Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

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

Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never a punk
I on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe
Letting know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my clear
Why niggas talk down, I don't know
Gotta a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I
to do another 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, flee the murder
No missing on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm bout out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose grill
A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to
And if I go, it'll 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 come your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't
Why I skipped the slab, I went straight to foreign
Said it I said it, in the old school
Some niggas be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a know
That I around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out, cause that be your ass
I rhyme so long, so strong
I my bar, sip then 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 hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the
I'm like the Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I on flowing just like the Nile
Million mouthpiece, everytime 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 give a damn, a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked
Make a nigga blow 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 on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy, and you know I mean
I be stacking up chips, like
Dark on a pump, just like Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a like Comets
I don't give a fuck, punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a trip on
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the
to Lake Charles, or headed 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 these hoes running round, in a
I be busting full clips, till empty
A of potent pussy, might tempt me
is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I 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
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 letting hoes
I gotta get a P-L-A-T, but first 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
Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule