Luyện nghe bài hát Training Day

It's Big Fris and I'm at it
I was raised in the jungle so I act
Make you no black magic
I smoke cess that leave you short of breath like an asthmatic
No round of applause but there's clapping
Man see the size of this and start backtracking
Enough of these idiots, need to knuckle down and stop
Nobody over here like you? Cuzzy stop gassing
I ain't got nothin but shots for crack addict
If you been shuttin for years and still buy a whip fam you need to stop trapping
And I know man are the way we came in the game and took everything over
But I'm now cause when I was young
I said "I really wanna spit when I'm older"
You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking like boner
On the road to success, me
emcees in my way steamroller
Keep telling them over and over, so bars in my folder
Armani fragrance mixed a little high 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 that's my
When the drops my name's gonna be ringing in your ear like a Motorola
And if you pay then I won't spray
I'm the cream no soda
Straight to your like a choker
Sicker way off the
of these emcees don't get the picture
Boy Know be a household name
We be to you to your Mom, Dad, Auntie and Uncle
Stepbrother, Godmother, and Sister
No dilly no dally I'm straight to the like a glass of Henny with no mixer
That I ain't beating around the bush unless it's Chantel's
Don't mean to be rude but I have passed a couple man's jails
Last went Jamaica saw mad shells
Mad skengs big straps hand-helds
I set the plan well test if you want try your luck
We ain't gonna be nice when I see the thug
Gimme a beat and I'ma light it up
Wild it up Go get C.V. done type it up
I've come a long way since the streets
Danny & Dean, Sammy & P
I'm about in my bloody cheek
You alive in your ends
I stand and shout loud from my ends
I do this
Instead of hating, fam, you honor me
2 Da Lab check out my discology
I'm on the road to success come me
You know I, you know I do this
Gimme more paper, I wanna purchase land in
I ballsy from way back when I had Gucci and Prada from way back then
Cause I'm but nothing like Coolio
Nowadays man roll with a 9 living in a gangsta's like Coolio
I've got to be top 3 selected, these
ain't erected, not hard
They tried to front but they got
Ain't got to be I aim from far
Don't think cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it and tear through cars
I through like "Yo, wagwan?"
You wanna up? I'll draw man's card
And I'm back
Big Frisco on a again
No I'm not with beats, I'm nippy with Ps
Plus I'm with beats
And them man are slow I'm lapping
I don't haters I give thanks to them
A couple are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's catching them
I'm catching up, cashing in
Man I'll smash him in
gone no catching him, runaway flows no matching him
I'm on point cause I know what can bring
hate Frisco's getting it in
So I on my Ps and Qs
it's not about next man getting my bling
Never