Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin', Part 2

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

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

My shit is tight, if not the damn
My stats stay bubblin', how Pepsi and is
I a bitch jealous to the point, she wanna slice this
I fuck a nigga's up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch

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

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

I push the range on my Pop's
Hang wit' cats, who for making drug money legal
Dislike you, on purpose just to spite you
Heard you like to use your voice, ride on

I spit 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 food
I spit, spit, and make executive decisions
I spit shit for all the scrubs and the pigeons

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

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

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

I spit shit and leave you scarred like a face
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 make you write, get tonight, what
you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
Said you never heard a honey spit like
In a million years, and a beers
Said you never heard a honey 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 of Flipmode and Outsidaz