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 cess that will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic
No round of but there's chaps clapping
Man see the size of this skeng and start
Enough of these idiots, need to down and stop chatting
over here spits like you? Cuzzy stop gassing
I ain't got but shots for that crack addict
If you been shuttin for and still can't buy a whip fam you need to stop trapping
And I man are pissed the way we came in the game and took 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 hard like boner
On the road to success, me
emcees in my way steamroller
Keep telling them over and over, so many in my folder
Armani fragrance mixed with a little high grade yeah my odor
I'm stubborn, ignorant
I hate I ain't got patience
Good manners, you can take me to Mumsy
Yeah that's my
When the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in your ear like a
And if you don't pay I won't spray
I'm after the cream no
Straight to your neck like a
way off the Richter
'Nuff of these don't get the picture
Boy Know 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 glass of Henny no mixer
That means I beating around the bush unless it's Chantel's
Don't mean to be rude but I have passed through a man's jails
Last went Jamaica saw mad shells
Mad skengs big couple hand-helds
I set the plan well test if you want come try your
We ain't gonna be nice when I see the cyber
Gimme a 'StayFresh' beat and I'ma it up
Wild it up Go get your C.V. type it up
I've come a way since running the streets
with Danny & Dean, & P
I'm in my ends bloody cheek
You ain't in your ends
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 I, you know I do this properly
Gimme more paper, I wanna land in Jamaica
I been ballsy from way back I had Gucci and Prada from way back then
Cause I'm cool but nothing Coolio
Nowadays man roll with a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise like
I've got to be top 3 selected, dickheads
ain't erected, they're not
They tried to but they got parred
got to be close I aim from far
Don't think cause I that I won't pop it off, make it rain and tear through cars
I come like "Yo, wagwan?"
You wanna up? I'll draw man's card
And I'm back
Big on a track again
No I'm not skimpy with beats, I'm with Ps
Plus I'm with beats
And them man are slow I'm lapping
I hate haters I give thanks to them
A couple emcees are ahead of me, minor, catching them
I'm catching up, still in
Man violate smash him in
Frisco's gone no catching him, flows no matching him
I'm on point cause I know what can bring
Niggas Frisco's getting it in
So I on my Ps and Qs
Cause not about next man getting my bling
Never