Luyện nghe bài hát Westwood Freestyle

yo flash back to my forgotten
high off my rockin
i put my face inside a stocking
i put a gun in a
and run in a
rob a one and the first
to come the worst
now for a a bit scarier
a pit terrior
camoufalge an well lit area
i'ma die at the
your death
killing that bitch ass just thumping my chest,yo
when your dad come blast a and rob 'em
call him a tigeress(?) psychiatrist with
i need help and i'm to leave hell
deep felt nightmares and still sleep well
i'm the like sex and sperm
by ??
and his germ
a learned
with these stress nerves
stand in hell but while my fesh just burns
to the
don't stop it's on
microphones without the
me stretch your dome
easily it's done D12 we do this we flow like
slaughter your
you can't end this brand water
man slaughter
my in your grandaughter
i'm back to y'all
how we y'all
these D12 one-to-the-dozen
slim shade made
back in hood
i almost up on my and slurred to the judge
said i don't care about court room
i snort
yeah i crush em up motrin(?)

tear your life
a portion of my freestyle brain
it rain hell
and tim
put your best
forward and get up by this clique
it's d12 and we make noise than hell!!