Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

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

Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk
full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I still a hoe
niggas know, everyday of the year
I my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggas talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a 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, like Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, it's about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out
Know I'm saying, I'll your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Deville
Looking gravy, real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to
And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A like me, can't wait
Just to make it, to day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I around your corner, so slow
be the nigga, in the damn Polo
It's the rap lawing, ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old
Some niggas be red, but Z-Ro blue
I around your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker
That I around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out, cause could be your ass
I so long, rhyme so strong
I my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And when the hit the corner, I hit the fence
They where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I 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
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I
Look and load a, nigga
Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day
You can up the pop, and let the smoke come out
We don't a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking
the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you
There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a
A real live B-Boy, and you what I mean
I be stacking up chips, Lego
Dark on a pump, just Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a trip on
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the
Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette
off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet
I make a hoe I-10, I sin
I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
Got these hoes running round, in a
I be full clips, till they empty
A of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me, to the
The main reason why, I friendly
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn
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 look
I throw up Ridgemont 4, that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a from the back
And I use my, tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule