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, I'm saying
All my partnas, all dead partnas
But shit, I still stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing
be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it
We gon two deep 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 on doja
Military minded, I'm a 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
my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like 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 about war not bout peace
like me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, loose your grill
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 nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, wait
Just to make it, to day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way
When I around your 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 like I it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but blue
I come your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggas and wet
the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know
That I 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 rhyme so long, rhyme so
I flicks my bar, sip then I on
Get on, the motherfucking
And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they looking
I don't give a fuck, Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the
Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile
Look and load a, ashtray
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 wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
R.I.P., to my mother
That's the Dorothy Marie Matthew
There's ten toes planted, in my shoe
I gotta be a man, you understand
There's but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a
A live B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, Lego
on a pump, just 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, I'ma take a on Greyhound
I be on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette
off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet
I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin
I, do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
Got hoes running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, they empty
A of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is to send me, to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I friendly
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no slaughter
in the back, and he got the camcorder
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 been a hoe, I'm hoes know
I get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking
I it straight and simple like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, tool
Make her say ouch, I hit her with the mule