Luyện nghe bài hát Training Day

It's Big Fris and I'm 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 round of but there's chaps clapping
Man see the size of this skeng and backtracking
Enough of these idiots, to knuckle down and stop chatting
over here spits like you? Cuzzy stop gassing
I ain't got nothin but shots for crack addict
If you been for years and still 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 took over
But I'm happy now when I was young
I said "I really spit bars when I'm older"
You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty hard like boner
On the road to success, me
Flatten emcees in my way
Keep telling them 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 waiting I got patience
Good manners, you can me home to Mumsy
that's my persona
When the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in ear like a Motorola
And if you pay then I won't spray
I'm after the no soda
to your neck like a choker
Sicker way off the
'Nuff of these emcees get the picture
Boy Betta be a household name
We be known to you to 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 means I beating around the bush unless it's Chantel's
Don't mean to be rude but I have passed through a couple man's
Last year Jamaica saw mad shells
Mad big straps couple hand-helds
I set the plan well test if you want come try your
We gonna be nice when I see the cyber thug
Gimme a 'StayFresh' beat and I'ma it up
Wild it up Go get C.V. done type it up
I've come a way since running the streets
with Danny & Dean, & P
I'm about in my bloody cheek
You ain't alive in your
I tall 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 know I do properly
Gimme more paper, I wanna purchase in Jamaica
I been ballsy from way back I had Gucci and Prada from way back then
Cause I'm cool but nothing like
Nowadays man with a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise like Coolio
got to be top 3 selected, these 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 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 again
Big on a track again
No I'm not skimpy with beats, I'm nippy Ps
Plus I'm picky beats
And them man are I'm lapping them
I don't haters I give thanks to them
A couple emcees are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's catching
I'm catching up, cashing in
Man violate smash him in
Frisco's gone no him, runaway flows no matching him
I'm on point cause I what success can bring
Niggas Frisco's getting it in
So I on my Ps and Qs
Cause it's not about man getting my bling
Never