Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

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

Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I on doja
minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe
niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my clear
Why niggas wanna talk down, I know
Gotta take a to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I
Ready to do homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, old glory
I'm to Cali, just like Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't no lean
Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out
I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the cross road
my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Gate
A like me, can't wait
Just to it, to another day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
It's the rap lawing, ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to
Said it like I said it, in the old
niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggas and wet
With the calico, I had to let a know
I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, cause I do it in a
Nigga watch out, cause that be your ass
I so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, keep looking
I don't a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I need spinach
I'ma going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and load a, nigga
Everytime he smile, he can the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke out
We don't give a damn, bout a ass cop
officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my mother
That's the Dorothy Marie Matthew
There's ten planted, in my motherfucking shoe
I be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm a fiend
A real live B-Boy, and you know I mean
I be stacking up chips, like
Dark on a pump, just Calvin Kato
to the rocket, a four-peat like Comets
I don't give a fuck, punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound
I be on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
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 full clips, till empty
A piece of potent pussy, might me
Rain is trying to send me, to the
The main reason why, I friendly
I'm wired up, but I on no damn slaughter
in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon
pulling up, on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to good
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my
Never a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but a G-O
L-D, a plack
I keep it straight and simple that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the