Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

Straight
Flipmode

I'll bust all you in the game for malpractice
I'm in jersey, where I'm no taxes
I'll stick girl, agnus
bring the madness
Platinum status, rampage I'm the
Check the credit, yo you might as dead it
I said it, the edit, it's uncut
Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to
I'm a you easily for me to take mines
Pass my nickel plated nine, call me
Buck a two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and whole family's on detox
Hustlin for reeboks
socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city
And your function, to the bush junction
Causin rambunction, watch me do you

sham>
Baby sham on some new
New and
5'3", caramel, tight on a four fifth
Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from foul drift
Nigga the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
As I speak the shit to put my name on the
The small thug with a slug put a mark on his
A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, your lookin to riff (what the fuck? )
Qb's shit, cause we runnin your clique
See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she
But that, 'cause-o, high beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast
Got a safe in crib, sham, you know the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, zero
Took the c and flip mode left on the quietest note
these then cleared your throat
Bitch ass, you have spoke

rhymes>
an f*
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a nigga head, it for fun
Fuck you from
an l*
Layin on beaches, all leeches
Love to a liar face
up the pieces, yo
an i*
Intelligence eliminates all
Icon of rhyme common sense
a p*
Powerful
my pistol
Make a pack of people paranoid like 20
an m*
Master of all
of decisions
Head on
the meat rack, ask the women
an o*
Got niggas open, open heart
so official, overthrow governments
Shit is
a d*
Diggin my all inside your chick
the heavyweight division
Rhymin
an e*
Everlasting
ebonics
Lyrical
Stabalize in all my economics

Group of men,
Unified

Movin one in unison
Beg pardon

digga>
What call me
A hundred on a
Out of nowhere, and you surfin like brawley(sp? )
Narley! I'm the with the pistol
Woody woodpecker or l.l. at the
Official stand, hold it down in
Then link up at the tunnel the rest of my camp
like meade, I'm in the mix like speed
And be screamin on the mic my tonsils bleed
Yeah the way it is
Like a kid get chirstened
Like to the bricks to find your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on down to west
Houston, to my bitches that's boostin
After juicin, I'm a black ball a rapper
Tap a nigga's like them hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the from the dispatcher
Then show mother f'ers what I'm after