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

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

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

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

This ol MC stepped up to me
Challenged to a battle and I stood there patiently
As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called
purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you wilin'
I say boi, I ain't for that fuck shit; so fuck this
Let me explain on this child style so you don't
I grew up to not round no park bench
Just a nigga bustin' off in apartments

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

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

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

Yeah like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evicted
I'm dealing with Queens in my ain't worth to risk it
Now tricks be looking at me I'm they way up out the pro-jects
Can't put you on my payroll, and no I got no Rolex
Or no diamond at the exit with a sign "We'll rap for food"
My face is bawled up cause I ain't in a 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 cause this be a

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