Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

Straight
Flipmode

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

sham>
Baby on some new shit
New and
5'3", caramel, tight on a four fifth
Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul
Nigga with the 6 story, em off the cliff
As I speak the to put my name on the list
The thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist
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 never that, 'cause-o, beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast
Got a in your crib, sham, you know the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's
Took the c notes and mode left on the quietest note
Swallowed then cleared your throat
Bitch ass, you have spoke

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

Better the laws of the land
Or lay still like soldiers of in nam
Closed coffin with flags in half
Triangular shape, blow out the with grace
For fabulous tastes, will, battle for space
Pay the ultimate price,
Put the holy ghost in your life, you closer to christ
your dice, when the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash like the opium bite
Prophet in vein, claim body and soul
Id's in the optical frame
stoppin the game
Remove your squad steady plans
I body slam punks like superstar gramm

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Ass whippin...we spittin....*