Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

Straight
squad

I'll bust all you cats in the game for
I'm in jersey, where I'm no taxes
I'll stick your girl,
bring the madness
Platinum status, I'm the baddest
the credit, yo you might 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 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 family's on
Hustlin crack for
socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the locked
And your function, to the flat junction
Causin rambunction, me do you somethin

sham>
Baby on some new shit
New and
5'3", caramel, tight grip on a four
em all stiff, blow smoke from this 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 a slug put a mark on his wrist
A of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, ross your lookin to (what the fuck? )
Qb's type shit, cause we your clique
See me in the drop, with your six, she snitched
But never that, 'cause-o, beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast
Got a safe in your crib, sham, you the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's
Took the c and flip mode left on the quietest note
these then cleared your throat
Bitch ass, you should spoke

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

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

have mercy>
Better obey the of the land
Or lay still like soldiers of in nam
Closed coffin with folded in half
shape, blow out the candles with grace
For fabulous tastes, will, battle for space
Pay the price, poltergeist
Put the holy ghost in life, bring you closer to christ
Focus dice, when the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads the opium bite
Prophet in vein, metropolis claim body and
Id's in the optical frame
Never stoppin the
Remove your with steady plans
I body slam punks like superstar billy

*straight spittin...word is bond...flip squad...striaght spittin...lyrical
Ass whippin...we spittin....*