Luyện nghe bài hát Training Day

It's Big Fris and I'm at it
I was raised in the so I act savage
Make you disappear no magic
I smoke cess will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic
No round of applause but there's clapping
Man see the size of this skeng and start
Enough of these idiots, need to down and stop chatting
Nobody over here spits like you? Cuzzy stop
I ain't got nothin but shots for crack addict
If you been shuttin for 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 and took everything over
But I'm happy now when I was young
I said "I really wanna spit when I'm older"
You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking hard like
On the road to success, me
Flatten in my way steamroller
Keep telling them over and over, so many bars in my
Armani fragrance with a little high grade yeah that's my odor
I'm stubborn, ignorant
I waiting I ain't got patience
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 pay then I won't spray
I'm after the cream no
Straight to your neck like a
Sicker way off the
'Nuff of emcees don't get the picture
Boy Betta Know be a household
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 with no mixer
That means I ain't beating the bush unless it's Chantel's
Don't mean to be rude but I have passed through a man's jails
Last year went saw mad shells
Mad skengs big straps hand-helds
I set the well test if you want come try your luck
We ain't gonna be nice when I see the thug
Gimme a beat and I'ma light it up
Wild it up Go get your C.V. type it up
I've a long way since running the streets
with & Dean, Sammy & P
I'm about in my ends cheek
You ain't alive in your
I stand and shout loud from my ends
I do properly
of hating, fam, you should honor me
Back 2 Da Lab check out my
I'm on the to success come follow me
You I, you know I do this properly
Gimme more paper, I wanna land in Jamaica
I been ballsy from way back when I had Gucci and from way back then
Cause I'm but nothing like Coolio
Nowadays man roll a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise like Coolio
got to be top 3 selected, these dickheads
ain't erected, they're not
tried to front but they got parred
Ain't got to be I aim from far
Don't cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it rain and tear through cars
I through like "Yo, wagwan?"
You hype up? I'll draw man's card
And I'm again
Big Frisco on a track
No I'm not with beats, I'm nippy with Ps
Plus I'm picky with
And them man are slow I'm lapping
I don't hate haters I thanks to them
A couple emcees are ahead of me, minor, catching them
I'm up, still cashing in
Man I'll smash him in
Frisco's no catching him, runaway flows no matching him
I'm on point cause I what success can bring
Niggas hate Frisco's it in
So I on my Ps and Qs
Cause not about next man getting my bling
that