Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all
Been waiting on here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm
All my partnas, all your dead
But shit, I still feel stress, still get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing
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 wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, the 4
my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, nigga old
I'm to Cali, just like Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the murder
No missing shortage on the drank, I find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, it's about war not bout peace
Nigga me, I'm bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll your grill
A coming down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, real throwed
be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden
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 come around corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the Polo
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
Some they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggas and wet
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 watch out, cause could be your ass
I rhyme so long, 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 where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck, Tyson I keep hooking
Or like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I
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 give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
officer, crooked officer
Make a wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay
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 on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A live B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just like Calvin
Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets
I give a fuck, good punch 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 motherfucking
Got hoes running round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till they
A of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to me, to the Penitentiary
The reason why, I ain't 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 good
I throw up 4, cause that's my hood
been 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 like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking
her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule