Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know
Been waiting on here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the fallen soldiers man,
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm
All my partnas, all your partnas
But shit, I still stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while hoe niggas be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, fuck it
We gon two deep in a fo' do'

Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a
I on skunk, I blow on doja
minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I still a hoe
Letting niggas know, of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my clear
Why niggas wanna down, I don't know
Gotta a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a box
And I'm gone, nigga old
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Ory
If I do a murder, flee the murder
No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's war not bout peace
like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe
Looking gravy, real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, over at the fucking cross road
my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can't
Just to make it, to day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way
When I come your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
It's the rap lawing, ain't barring
Why I the slab, when I went straight to foreign
it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro
I come around your corner, but I set tripping
But I will, wet and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker
That I come around your corner, in a four do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a
Nigga out, cause that could be your ass
I so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then I on
Get on, the motherfucking
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the
They wonder where I went, they looking
I don't give a fuck, Tyson I keep hooking
Or like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I on flowing just like the Nile
Million mouthpiece, everytime I smile
and load a, nigga ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day
You can open up the pop, and let the come out
We don't give a damn, bout a ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked
Make a nigga blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
R.I.P., to my mother
the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my shoe
I gotta be a man, you understand
There's nothing but the work, and the in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a
A real live B-Boy, and you know what I
I be up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat Comets
I don't give a fuck, good a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the
Headed to Lake Charles, or to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't yet
I make a hoe I-10, I sin
Then I, do it
I get my ends, I'm in my Benz-e
Got these hoes running round, in a
I be busting clips, till they empty
A of potent pussy, might tempt me
is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I friendly
I'm wired up, but I on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the
Recording everything, the 4's gon
Still pulling up, on and the Main
lovely, got to look good
I throw up 4, cause that's my hood
Never a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking
I it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the