Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

Straight
Flipmode

I'll bust all you cats in the game for
I'm in jersey, I'm paying no taxes
I'll stick girl, agnus
Flipmode bring the
Platinum status, rampage I'm the
the credit, yo you might as well dead it
I it, fuck the edit, it's uncut
what, it's crunch time for me to shine
I'm a you easily for me to take mines
Pass my nickel plated nine, call me
Buck a shot two and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your family's on detox
crack for reeboks
Holy socks, cut you my ox
got the city locked
And your function, to the bush junction
Causin rambunction, watch me do you

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

Yo I back a wack mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, up his spot
Nigga talkin bout murder but committin one
Niggas bout gats but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the (? ) portayin like you a
Yea, man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
You
You's a local black spokesman, I split your front
Viscious wound, fucked up like ron goldman
Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any
Grew up the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on taperecorder
Idol to your son and probably to your daughter
Fatman son, grandson, (? ) nephew, frank the cousin

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*uh huh, one time, uh huh, spliff, come on*
my gun, like columbians
Make colapse like fucked up lungs