Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

I'll all you cats in the game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, where I'm no taxes
stick your girl, Agnus
Flipmode the madness
status, Rampage I'm the baddest
Check the credit, yo you as well dead it
I said it, fuck the edit, uncut
Nigga what, crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to mine
Pass my nickel nine, call me Einstein
Buck a two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your whole family's on
Hustlin for Reeboks
Holy socks, cut you my ox
got the city locked
And your function, to the Flat junction
rambunction, watch me do you somethin

Baby Sham on some new
New and
5'3", Caramel, grip on a four fifth
em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
Nigga with the 6 story, em off the cliff
As I speak the shit to put my name on the
The thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist
A of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your to riff, what the fuck?
QB's shit, cause we runnin your clique
See me in the drop, with your six, she snitched
But that, 'cause o, high beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, heard you never blast though
Got a in your crib, sham, you know the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's
Took the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest
Swallowed these then cleared throat
Bitch ass, you should have

AN F
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a head, fuck it for fun
where you from
AN L
Layin on beaches, all leeches
Love to a liar face
up the pieces, yo
AN I
Intelligence all irrelavance
Icon of rhyme common sense
A P
Powerful
my pistol
Make a pack of people paranoid 20 pitbulls
AN M
Master of all
of decisions
Head on
Massacre the meat rack, ask the
AN O
Got open, open heart surgery
so official, overthrow governments
Shit is
A D
Diggin my all inside your chick
the heavyweight division
Rhymin
AN E
Everlasting
Eternal
Lyrical
livin in all my economics

Group of men,
force

Movin one in unison
Beg pardon

What call me
A hundred on a
Out of nowhere, and you surfin like Brawley
Narley! I'm the bitch with the
Woody or L.L. at the Bristol
Official stand, hold it in Trent
Then link up at the with the rest of my camp
like Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed
And be screamin on the mic my tonsils bleed
that's the way it is
Like when a kid get
Like comin to the bricks to find your whip
Rockin uptown, on down to Howston
Houston, peace to my bitches that's
After juicin, I'm a straight ball a rapper
Tap a nerves like them hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the from the dispatcher
Then show them mother f'ers what I'm

Yo I back slap a wack mc for to be
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his
Nigga talkin bout but ain't committin one
Niggas talkin gats but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the, portrayin you a thug
Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't no slug
You
You's a black spokesman, I split your front open
Viscious knife wound, up like Ron Goldman
Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any
up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on your
Idol to your son and probably to your daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, nephew, Frank the

Uh huh, one more time, uh huh, Spliff, on
Bust my gun, like
Make niggas colapse like fucked up

Better obey the of the land
Or lay still like of fortune in Nam
Closed coffin with flags folded in
Triangular shape, blow out the with grace
For fabulous tastes, some will, battle for
Pay the ultimate price,
Put the holy ghost in life, bring you closer to Christ
Focus your dice, when the vulture's in
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the bite
Prophet in vein, Metropolis claim and soul
ID's in the optical frame
Never the game
Remove your squad with plans
I body slam like Superstar Billy Gramm

Straight spittin, word is bond, Flip Squad, Striaght spittin, Lyrical
Ass Whippin, We straight