Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin on da Flatline

Uh, 1-2, 1-2
Yo, this one goes out to out there that's...
Walkin' on da flatline, out they

on da flatline, nine, when I rhyme
I'm flyin' in a Benz two-seata, on my heata
Need a green leaf (bitch) don't getcha' ass smoked reefa
Sendin' you quicker to meetcha muthafuckin' Jesus, this
Hell on earth, how is your life worth
For 36 O's I'll you with ya eyes closed
Forever doze, I arose, the of the Dead'
through wit the ooh just to paintcha down red
I 'Unholy' you got scared
''cause the day I rolled the world wasn't prepared
My style venomous, ending lust and us a Mausburg bust

(Chorus)
Bitches, I ball and never stall
So me a call, I'll murder you all
Y'all gonna in time, the chalk line
Walk da flatlines

Another evil day, music melodic, Life Product
Mechanical, my mind's smokin
Deconstruct then reconstruct whole structure
Roll ya block 'till it
If ya get knocked off ya money is cluster
clocked by another hustler
In game there ain't no 'trust us'
There no justice, so if you fuck us, bullets will bust
is a must, plus
A of silence to this underworld violence
Violence,
A code of silence to underworld violence
Blood money, cocaine got my runny
But I somehow still manage to scummy
Run over you in the truck a crash test dummy
My star to the bitches the world, they love me
But ain't no love for these hoes, I treat 'em all foes
Smoke 'em wit' the .44 like
Money is the key to end all ya
Ya ups, ya downs, ya highs, gettin' lows
But be the root of all evil I suppose
That same evil's got blood on my clothes
That same evil's got stains on my clothes
That same got blood stains on my clothes

(Chorus)