Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin', Part 2

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

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

My shit is tight, if not the tightest
My stats bubblin', how Pepsi and Sprite is
I make a bitch jealous to the point, she wanna this
I fuck a head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch

The nicest, on one like
With pussy deeper than stab wounds from ice-picks
Now where you to take it? Baby I done took it
Some Digga Digga shit man, look in here
Folks are spittin' rhymes
M.C's for real catch a hach-tuey

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

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

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

And best believe where I'm goin' you're a
I spit more rhymes silicone in California
I spit, spit, spit, for all jokers at the pool hall
Carrying my daughter on my back to fool y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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