Luyện nghe bài hát Training Day

It's Big and I'm back at it
I was raised in the so I act savage
you disappear no black magic
I smoke cess will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic
No round of applause but there's chaps
Man see the size of this skeng and start
Enough of idiots, need to knuckle down and stop chatting
Nobody over here spits you? Cuzzy stop gassing
I ain't got nothin but shots for that addict
If you been shuttin for years and still can't buy a whip fam you to stop trapping
And I know man are pissed the way we came in the game and everything over
But I'm happy now cause I was young
I said "I really wanna bars when I'm older"
You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking hard boner
On the road to success, me
Flatten in my way steamroller
Keep telling them over and over, so many bars in my
Armani fragrance mixed with a little high grade yeah that's my
I'm stubborn, ignorant
I hate waiting I ain't got
Good manners, you can me home to Mumsy
Yeah my persona
When the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in ear like a Motorola
And if you don't pay then I won't
I'm the cream no soda
to your neck like a choker
Sicker way off the
'Nuff of these emcees don't get the
Boy Betta be a household name
We be known to you to your Mom, Dad, Auntie and
Stepbrother, Godmother, and Sister
No dilly no dally I'm straight to the point a glass of Henny with no mixer
That means I ain't around the bush unless it's Chantel's
Don't mean to be rude but I have passed through a couple jails
Last year Jamaica saw mad shells
Mad skengs big straps couple
I set the plan well test if you want come try luck
We ain't gonna be when I see the cyber 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 bloody cheek
You ain't alive in your
I stand tall and shout loud from my
I do this
Instead of hating, fam, you honor me
Back 2 Da Lab out my discology
I'm on the road to come follow me
You know I, you I do this properly
Gimme more paper, I wanna purchase land in
I been ballsy from way back when I had Gucci and from way back then
Cause I'm cool but nothing like
man roll with a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise like Coolio
I've got to be top 3 selected, these
ain't erected, they're not
They tried to but they got parred
Ain't got to be close I aim far
Don't think I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it rain and tear through cars
I through like "Yo, wagwan?"
You wanna hype up? I'll draw man's
And I'm back
Big Frisco on a track
No I'm not skimpy with beats, I'm with Ps
I'm picky with beats
And them man are I'm lapping them
I don't haters I give thanks to them
A emcees are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's catching them
I'm catching up, still in
Man I'll smash him in
Frisco's no catching him, runaway flows no matching him
I'm on point cause I know success can bring
Niggas hate Frisco's it in
So I on my Ps and Qs
Cause it's not about next man my bling
Never