Luyện nghe bài hát Training Day

It's Big Fris and I'm at it
I was in the jungle so I act savage
Make you disappear no black
I smoke cess that will you short of breath like an asthmatic
No round of applause but chaps clapping
Man see the size of this and start backtracking
Enough of idiots, need to knuckle down and stop chatting
Nobody over here spits like you? stop gassing
I ain't got but shots for that crack addict
If you been shuttin for years and can't buy a whip fam you need to stop trapping
And I know man are pissed the way we came in the game and everything over
But I'm happy now when I was young
I said "I really wanna spit bars I'm older"
You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking hard boner
On the to success, follow me
Flatten in my way steamroller
Keep telling over and over, so many bars in my folder
Armani fragrance mixed with a little grade yeah that's my odor
I'm stubborn, ignorant
I hate I ain't got patience
Good manners, you can take me home to
Yeah my persona
the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in your ear like a Motorola
And if you pay then I won't spray
I'm after the cream no
Straight to your like a choker
Sicker way off the
'Nuff of these don't get the picture
Boy Betta be a household name
We be known to you to your Mom, Dad, and Uncle
Stepbrother, Godmother, and Sister
No dilly no dally I'm straight to the point like a of Henny with no mixer
That means I ain't beating around the bush unless Chantel's
Don't mean to be rude but I have passed a couple man's jails
year went Jamaica saw mad shells
Mad big straps couple hand-helds
I set the plan well if you want come try your luck
We ain't gonna be nice when I see the thug
Gimme a 'StayFresh' beat and I'ma it up
Wild it up Go get your C.V. done it up
I've come a long way since running the
Danny & Dean, Sammy & P
I'm about in my ends bloody
You ain't alive in your
I stand and shout loud from my ends
I do this
of hating, fam, you should honor me
Back 2 Da Lab out my discology
I'm on the road to success follow me
You know I, you I do this properly
Gimme more paper, I wanna purchase in Jamaica
I been ballsy from way back when I had Gucci and Prada from way then
Cause I'm cool but like Coolio
Nowadays man roll with a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise Coolio
I've got to be top 3 selected, dickheads
ain't erected, not hard
They tried to front but got parred
Ain't got to be I aim from far
Don't think cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it rain and tear cars
I through like "Yo, wagwan?"
You wanna hype up? I'll man's card
And I'm back
Big on a track again
No I'm not with beats, I'm nippy with Ps
Plus I'm picky beats
And man are slow I'm lapping them
I don't hate haters I give thanks to
A couple are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's catching them
I'm catching up, still in
Man violate I'll him in
Frisco's gone no catching him, flows no matching him
I'm on point I know what success can bring
Niggas hate Frisco's it in
So I on my Ps and Qs
Cause it's not about next man getting my
that