Luyện nghe bài hát Two Dope Boyz (in A Cadillac)

From the bottom of my lungs a be blowing, spitting his game
Coming up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens ain't
Cooler most players claim to be
A nigga from the A-Town see
The home of the Bankhead Bounce, Campbellton Road and other streets
Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not
Speaking of pulling yo' looking at Jheri curls you bitches
Every time I rhyme for y'all, I'm to prove a point
Kicking a freestyle now and then
But off the joint
See I smoke good see it go good wit them flows, why
The nigga the B-I-G Tony Rich nobody knows why
But me and my folks, y'all niggas jokes like the joker
I'm sick of these wack ass rappers like I'm tired of in chokers

Who them boys that be having the every occasion
This side dusting, that side niggas lacing
But in the middle we stay calm, we just bombs
Asking where we come from, South Lodge

It's Just Two Dope Boyz In A
It's Two Dope Boyz In A Cadillac

This ol sucka MC up to me
Challenged Andre to a battle and I there patiently
As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called
Whole purpose just to me feel low, I guess you wilin'
I say look boi, I for that fuck shit; so fuck this
Let me explain on this style so you don't miss
I grew up to myself not round no bench
Just a bustin' flows off in apartments

Now who them boys be having the cronk every occasion
side niggas dusting, that side niggas lacing
But in the middle we stay calm, we drop bombs
where we come from, South Post slums

It's Just Two Dope Boyz In A
It's Just Two Boyz In A Cadillac

It goes to the Fleetwoods, Coups to the Villes
Hittin and off these flows we having the player chill
In this atmosphere this no practice here we cutting the fool now
I'm doing ya at the house and throwing you out because I'm now
Don't you the way we claming Bankhead, stankhead
Looking around the for the herb that's never tainted
when you heard the bourbon serving on the block
And all you biting need to check yourselfs and stop

tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evicted
I'm with Queens in my castle ain't worth to risk it
Now tricks be looking at me like I'm they way up out the
Can't put you on my payroll, and no I got no Rolex
Or no diamond at the with a sign saying "We'll rap for food"
My face is bawled up cause I in a happy mood
my partner got the squeegee and the Windex
Cause somewhere in my I done went wrong just like a syntax
Error, bring the terror to dome like P.E.
Prone to finish this out this be a free-style

Now who them boys that be having the cronk every
This side dusting, that side niggas lacing
But in the middle we calm
We drop