Luyện nghe bài hát Checkmate

Bout to these niggaz man
Don't in my backyard motherfucker
and the DOG, motherfucker!
Ha!

Here we go y'all, that's the nigga dog
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in sector
Got my eye on em, on the
like a to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
Anywhere you get it shit, and grab it
Turn around to your face and I jab it
Drop you, one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly hunting a
Cuttin up like Muggs on the wheels
for reals, penitentiary
Pull heads to bed the choke of a headlock
Fading bald to perms, even dreadlocks
Boy! with me style
I can get foul or wild, or just for a while

(Checkmate fool!) em high
Got the live shit, em whenever you/he want to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the fall
(Checkmate fool!) Hang em
Got the shit, bang em whenever you/he want to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the fall

Look look punk, way you get shook
To the pawn, taking out the rook, off of the
Lights get tooken, taken you for
You can't breathe, no need to up and see me
The last hope, when you mellow you call
For the hype shit, you the Hill, put it together
this game, bringing the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through the city we equipped
to the letter, keeping temperature down low
What I reveal, the good shit to heal all
Making you roll late night, you tripping, my tight
To the new I bring, never the same hype
so that shit off, get up, don't let off
No matter how much you spit up
You could never be, fucking with
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed
We hit hard, breaking your guard, you can't
the bells ring, busting your shell, the pawn fell

(Checkmate fool!) em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever want to try
to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the fall
(Checkmate fool!) em high
Got the live shit, em whenever you/he want to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the fall

(Peek-a-Boo, you you!)

I'ma freak that funk yea it in the trunk
I'ma all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talking
the of L.A., so whatever
punk-ass you claim, you keep bumping that shit
and elevate your frame, cause I that
big-time, asshole, studio
Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main

My nigga rolling again, remember when
we rocked shows, battling foes, the been long
with the styles, you ain't hear to win
Like blood pouring out of the pen, the ink
chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash
got you heated with repeated attacks the tracks
Smack niggas up, niggas up, hack niggas up
niggas up, hanging the wack niggas up
Snowball effect, we the city limits
Crushing the niggas with all the gimmicks

(Checkmate fool!) em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever want to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the fall
(Checkmate fool!) Hang em
Got the live shit, em whenever you/he want to try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns

fool!