Luyện nghe bài hát Training Day

It's Big Fris and I'm at it
I was raised in the jungle so I act
you disappear no black magic
I cess that will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic
No of applause but there's chaps clapping
Man see the size of skeng and start backtracking
Enough of these idiots, to knuckle down and stop chatting
Nobody over here 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 the way we came in the game and took everything over
But I'm happy now cause when I was
I said "I really wanna bars when I'm older"
You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking hard like
On the road to success, me
emcees in my way steamroller
Keep telling them over and over, so many bars in my
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 to Mumsy
Yeah that's my
When the album drops my gonna be ringing in your ear like a Motorola
And if you don't pay then I spray
I'm the cream no soda
to your neck like a choker
Sicker way off the
'Nuff of emcees don't get the picture
Boy Betta Know be a name
We be known to you to Mom, Dad, Auntie and Uncle
Stepbrother, Godmother, and Sister
No dilly no dally I'm to the point like a glass of Henny with no mixer
means 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 straps couple
I set the plan test if you want come try your luck
We ain't gonna be nice when I see the thug
Gimme a 'StayFresh' and I'ma light it up
Wild it up Go get your C.V. type it up
I've come a way since running the streets
Danny & Dean, Sammy & P
I'm about in my bloody cheek
You ain't alive in ends
I stand tall and shout loud my ends
I do properly
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 paper, I wanna purchase land in Jamaica
I been ballsy from way back I had Gucci and Prada from way back then
Cause I'm cool but like Coolio
man roll with a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise like Coolio
I've got to be top 3 selected, dickheads
ain't erected, they're not
tried to front but they got parred
Ain't got to be close I aim far
Don't think cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it rain and tear through
I come like "Yo, wagwan?"
You hype up? I'll draw man's card
And I'm back
Big Frisco on a again
No I'm not skimpy with beats, I'm with Ps
Plus I'm with beats
And them man are I'm lapping them
I don't hate haters I give to them
A couple emcees are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's them
I'm catching up, still in
Man violate I'll 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 it's not next man getting my bling
that