Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

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

Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my
Trunk of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on
Military minded, I'm a soldier
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 wanna down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, I ride
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, the murder scene
No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout
Nigga me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your
A nigga coming down, in the Deville
Looking gravy, looking real
be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to
And if I gotta go, it'll be a
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Gate
A like me, can't wait
Just to it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way
When I come around corner, so slow
be the nigga, in the damn Polo
It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't
Why I the slab, when I went straight to foreign
Said it I said it, in the old school
Some 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 motherfucker
I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, I do it in a flash
Nigga out, cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, so strong
I flicks my bar, sip I swoll on
Get on, the bench
And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need
I'ma keep going, I on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile
Look and load a, ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke out
We don't a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked
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 be a man, hope you understand
nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a
A real live B-Boy, and you know I mean
I be stacking up chips, like
Dark on a pump, like 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, take 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 finished yet
I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin
I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
Got these hoes round, in a friendse
I be busting clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, tempt me
is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary
The reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm up, but I ain't 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 P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a plack
I it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking
Make her say ouch, I hit her with the mule