Luyện nghe bài hát The Lah

Primo!
on, hah!

[Verse 1: Freddie
Somebody call security it's 'bout to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, to bust 'til dawn
Niggas are wrong, if they think I'm soft in my song
You wanna die? Hah, I can help coffin me on
I'm the reason that some rap niggaz, may a name
I'm the reason some niggaz, still in the game
I'm the reason that died, some proclaim
rich underground nigga, Bumpy came
wonderin, how the hell he just won't stop and
They wonderin, how this stays so hot
Well it's a combination of five things I by
I don't speak to none of these bitc -ass niggas, just eye
Always aim for the sky, unless I'm at an A&R from the majors
then I aim for the eye, and you never me cry
emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers
Nigga just double Y
And I spit fly, and never be afraid
'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til get paid
You is like little AIDS
infecting the sound that the real niggaz
So we it underground, yeah

[2x]
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me clouded in motion
The Lah, lah, lah
Got me mad commotion
The Lah, lah, lah
Hit me a locomotion (Feel me)
The Lah, lah, lah
Smokin, smokin,

[Verse 2: Freddie
Niggaz know I ain't around when it comes to the rhyme to the sound
the sky to the ground, I gun your ass down, like I'm aged rap round
I got a game for the kiddies and I call it "Ain't that clown!"
It's Knux, hotter than grits on Al Green
Gonna Allen Iverson stick with his team
Basketball was your dream, so live ya life
Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't nice
with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double dribble
How you nine foot tall, and just a little?
I police the underground, and I'm appointed
Got a with that speech get your mug annointed
By reverend glock, niggas got they' game all
a lot of niggaz I'ma bring it too and it's listed
I he try to stand up and show me you live
That makes my dick hard, and I get all sweaty
'Cause I know this little nigga wanna prove he ain't a
But he fucking with a bad motherfucker, it's Bumpy

[Chorus]

3: Freddie Foxxx]
The - I like to meet my reviewer
Take his ass to the sewer, and show him what like
Tryna come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to
It's tryna find an ass on a Chinese woman
In the dark, black I got the double Tech
As if I was in the cigarette
and white women they play my record
I been +Hot+ since +97+, way before
Now I come back, and still bitchin
You can't even snatch a chain no more, niggaz
A lot of niggaz is just pots in the kitchen congresman Wrangle
Mister Bo Jangle fucked up ankles
The blacks start while the white start spangled
and we don't play on MTV
The fuckin record is ownin all the MP3
And the factory, I got niggaz saying "Bumpy too black for me!"
It's the truth nigga, I see, but you blinded by
And you got a little cheddar what's made your pussy game
While you need mic nice nursery rhymin
When all a nigga want is a car and a me diamond
do anything for anybody
And suck a dick like he MC
I'm the nigga you can't see, don't ever get it fucked up
All you sucka ass niggaz will get knucked up

[Chorus]