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

From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowing, spitting his
Coming up on ya from the South, the ain't changed
Cooler than most claim to be
A nigga that's the A-Town see
The home of the Bounce, Campbellton Road and other city streets
of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction
Speaking of pulling yo' girl looking at Jheri curls you
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 good cause see it go good wit them 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 of these wack ass rappers like I'm tired of hoes in chokers

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

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

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

Now who them that be having the cronk 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 slums

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

It goes chromes to the Fleetwoods, Coups to the
Hittin Girbauds and off flows we having the player chill
In this this ain't no practice here we cutting 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 around the SWATS for the that's never tainted
when you heard the bourbon serving on the block
And all you biting individuals need to yourselfs and stop

Yeah tight nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes that get evicted
I'm dealing with Queens in my castle ain't worth to it
Now tricks be looking at me like I'm 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 a sign saying "We'll rap for food"
My face is bawled up I ain't in a happy mood
While my got the squeegee and the Windex
Cause somewhere in my life I done went wrong like a syntax
Error, bring the terror to your like P.E.
Prone to finish this out cause be a free-style

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