Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin', Part 2

This is I'm dealin', 'bout to make a killin' off illin, off a hydro
Put it on a rapper like work in El Tambo
Here to a statement, not on your game
You're gon' catch it the pavement

'Cause all that blazhay,
And so from this point on we spittin', yeah, what

My is tight, if not the damn tightest
My stats stay bubblin', how and Sprite is
I make a bitch to the point, she wanna slice this
I fuck a nigga's head up like the turned dyke bitch

The nicest, on one unicyclist
pussy running deeper than stab wounds from ice-picks
Now you 'bout to take it? Baby I done took it
Some more Digga Digga man, look in here
Folks are spittin' unruly
M.C's for real might a hach-tuey

'Cause all that blazhay,
And so this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what

I the range on my Pop's beauant-regal
Hang wit' cats, who known for drug money legal
Dislike you, spit on purpose to spite you
Heard you to use your voice, ride on motorcycles

I clean versions for under aged rug rats
I spit for city, where all my real thugs at
I spit shot I'm in a bad mood
For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast
I spit, spit, and make executive decisions
I spit some for all the scrubs and the pigeons

And believe where I'm goin' you're a gonner
I spit more rhymes than silicone in
I spit, spit, spit, for all them jokers at the hall
Carrying my daughter on my back just to fool

I meditate, say a prayer my sensi
I on MTV all the way down to your mix tape
that, I'm the illest with the mouthpiece
Crazy like South Park and hotter than South

all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so, from this point on we spittin', yeah, what

I spit shit and you scarred like a face lift
I for the underground, Hot 97 be the Matrix
One, two, I hit 'em the basics
Who gon' hittin'? Who be straight spittin'?

I the mic and rock it like what
I make you write, get wrecked tonight,
'Cause you never a honey spit rhymes like
you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
In a million years, and a beers
you never heard a honey spit rhymes like

'Cause all blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what

you hear a bitch rhyme, raise your lighters
Spittin' on behalf of Flipmode and