Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

Straight
squad

I'll bust all you in the game 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
the credit, yo you might as well dead it
I said it, the edit, it's uncut
Nigga what, it's crunch for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to take
Pass my nickel nine, call me einstein
Buck a shot two times and stick you for your
Put you in a box
You and your family's on detox
Hustlin crack for
socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city
And function, to the flat bush junction
Causin rambunction, watch me do you

What call me
A on a harley
Out of nowhere, and keep you like brawley(sp? )
Narley! I'm the bitch with the
Woody or l.l. at the bristol
Official stand, it down in trent
Then link up at the tunnel the rest of my camp
Paper like meade, I'm in the mix speed
And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils
that's the way it is
Like a kid get chirstened
Like comin to the bricks to your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on to west howston
Houston, peace to my that's boostin
After juicin, I'm a straight ball a rapper
Tap a nigga's nerves like hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the
Then them mother f'ers what I'm after

starr>
Yo I back slap a mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, up his spot
Nigga talkin murder but ain't committin one
Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't 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 front open
Viscious knife wound, fucked up like ron
Spliff, I spit, fully for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly, to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on taperecorder
Idol to your son and lover to your daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, (? ) nephew, frank the

--more--(82%)
*uh huh, one more time, uh huh, spliff, on*
Bust my gun, like
Make niggas colapse like fucked up

have mercy>
Better obey the of the land
Or lay still like of fortune in nam
Closed coffin with flags folded in
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
Focus your dice, the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the opium
Prophet in vein, metropolis body and soul
controlled in the optical frame
Never stoppin the
Remove your squad with plans
I body slam punks like billy gramm

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