Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

Straight
squad

I'll all you cats in the game for malpractice
I'm in jersey, where I'm paying no
I'll stick your girl,
Flipmode bring the
status, rampage I'm the baddest
Check the credit, yo you as well dead it
I said it, fuck the edit, uncut
Nigga what, it's crunch for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to 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 your whole on detox
Hustlin crack for
Holy socks, cut you my ox
got the city locked
And function, to the flat bush junction
rambunction, watch me do you somethin

an f*
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a nigga head, it for fun
Fuck where you
an l*
Layin on beaches, killin all
Love to break a face
up the pieces, yo
an i*
Intelligence eliminates all
Icon of immaculate rhyme common
a p*
Powerful
my pistol
Make a pack of people like 20 pitbulls
an m*
Master of all
of decisions
Head on
Massacre the rack, ask the women
an o*
Got open, open heart surgery
Rhyme so official, overthrow
is nursery
a d*
Diggin my all inside your chick
the heavyweight division
Rhymin
an e*
Everlasting
Eternal
Lyrical
Stabalize livin in all my

Group of men,
Unified

Movin like one in
Beg pardon

Yo I back a wack mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his
Nigga talkin bout murder but committin one
talkin bout gats but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the (? ) portayin you a thug
Yea, man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
You
You's a local black spokesman, I split your open
knife 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 your
Idol to son and probably lover to your daughter
son, wilted grandson, (? ) nephew, frank the cousin

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