Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

I'll box your fuckin' head off, who gon' knock the kid
of y'all which one of y'all come try me
I'll little homeboy silence that sound boy
Come me please I promise you a homi
And I'm dipping in a and I'm fresh out the county
And I just taught my how to shoot a lil' tool
So I hate for you to run up get one up in your
That's one less from my hundred shot uz'

Put your finger in gun shot wound
Run to and tell 'em P. Crack not cool
He on that shit make a dead man move
Stop train, airplanes dawg you gon' lose
I'm on my you on my list
I bring the wop out of the it's on like shit
That nigga crack back and pop off my blick
nigga mack back you need to hop off our dicks

Fresh out the federal cases I got
About four or five had to settle two
said I try to show a nigga what the metal do
But didn't succeed the nigga breath
Attempt please I would of hit him in his
With the mac with the beam got back in the breeze
Only clap from the up I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em
I don't think made kevlar scullys fuck it

I of let the ar touch him cuffed him
To the bumper him two city blocks
The juice in me and the henny shot, four and a hitterock
You first if you get the drop
Your deuce work if you hit the
Lose the nurse some one get the
Remove his shirt his pressure
his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him, flatline

Load it up, roll up, blat boy boy
Slow up all that rap get that boy clapped boy
Oh no we go another flatline
P b mack is back boy
Get him up here ring yea
Don't get plugged to machine yea
up he losing air
Am I Flatline yea

B Seig'll the eag' on you
P let the mack ring on you
Paramedics breath over you, machines gotta for you
Your ass squad wouldn't bleed for you
Get flatlined I'm the one
Short temper a long gun
My longer that a W.I.C. line
Niggaz when the law come, you better run when the boy come

Ring, P test his aim on you
B mack just on you, flesh just hang on you
And I don't know what u been told but my mac unload
I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga
Got ten shots for the and the top
off Porsche eleven about seven stops
Get back on gat I throw it for my pop
I'm not lying get your ass flatline

Load it up, roll up, boy flat boy
Slow up all that rap get that boy clapped boy
Oh no we go another flatline
P b mack is back boy
Get him up here ring yea
get plugged to that machine yea
Hold up he air
Am I Flatline yea