Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin on da Flatline

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

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

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Bitches, I ball and I'll stall
So give me a call, I'll you all
gonna fill in time, the chalk line
Walk da flatlines

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

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