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 that will you short of breath like an asthmatic
No of applause but there's chaps clapping
Man see the size of this and start backtracking
of these idiots, need to knuckle down and stop chatting
Nobody over here spits like you? Cuzzy 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 in the game and took everything over
But I'm happy now cause when I was
I said "I wanna spit bars when I'm older"
You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking like boner
On the road to success, me
Flatten emcees in my way
Keep telling them over and over, so bars in my folder
Armani fragrance with a little high grade yeah that's my odor
I'm stubborn, overly
I hate waiting I ain't got
manners, you can take me home to Mumsy
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 no soda
Straight to your neck like a
Sicker way off the
'Nuff of these emcees don't get the
Boy Betta Know be a name
We be to you to your Mom, Dad, Auntie and Uncle
Stepbrother, Godmother, and Sister
No no dally I'm straight to the point like a glass of Henny with no mixer
That I ain't beating around the bush unless it's Chantel's
Don't to be rude but I have passed through a couple man's jails
year went Jamaica saw mad shells
Mad skengs big couple hand-helds
I set the plan well test if you want come try luck
We ain't gonna be nice when I see the cyber
Gimme a 'StayFresh' beat and light it up
it up Go get your C.V. done type it up
I've come a long way since running the
with & Dean, Sammy & P
I'm about in my bloody cheek
You ain't alive in ends
I stand tall and shout 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 come follow me
You know I, you know I do properly
Gimme more paper, I wanna purchase land in
I been ballsy way back when I had Gucci and Prada from way back then
Cause I'm cool but nothing Coolio
Nowadays man roll with a 9 in a gangsta's paradise like Coolio
I've got to be top 3 selected, dickheads
ain't erected, they're not
They tried to front but got parred
got to be close I aim from far
Don't think cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it rain and through cars
I through like "Yo, wagwan?"
You wanna hype up? I'll draw card
And I'm back
Big Frisco on a again
No I'm not skimpy with beats, I'm with Ps
Plus I'm picky with
And them man are slow I'm them
I don't haters I give thanks to them
A couple emcees are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's them
I'm up, still cashing in
Man I'll smash him in
gone no catching him, runaway flows no matching him
I'm on point cause I what success can bring
Niggas hate getting it in
So I on my Ps and Qs
Cause not about next man getting my bling
that