Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin', Part 2

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

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

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

The nicest, on one like
With pussy running 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' unruly
M.C's for real catch a hach-tuey

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

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

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

And best believe where I'm goin' a gonner
I spit more rhymes than in California
I spit, spit, spit, for all them jokers at the pool
Carrying my daughter on my back just to y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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