Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Rasta T

Funkmaster Intro:
Aiight 60 of funk. B-Side flava.
Big shout to the Shalaam,
big to my man Rasta T.
Funk from the BX. Aiight!

T:
Infared on top of make the murder docks hot
Now me and Sire got to set up
Off a 1-9-8 get our straight
Outta
Cause in New York we off of paper plates
and that hold much weight
So we made a power for some short keys
Heard of Cool Ds but baby clean the cheese
Now we off to
Where the niggas think we
The town drink
But the money in beaucoup amounts
I count all the cream that I seen
But now this gangsta with mad cream in his jeans
Graduated stick ups to makin' big money pick ups
Got dimes that keep my up got sons that lift my bricks up
And transport the weight in about state
A buy four give 'em eight
And get the and lay the date
T Costalano
I'm servin' more than McDonalds
dope fiends to winos
But you the final

Dad to be
A nigga tried to creep me and sleep me the 380
A good thing he grazed me on the of my neck
Cause is this chick I met that I haven't hit yet
And besides that I'm the hero, Rast T
Can't be lettin' no get no points off me
So when I see you kid it's on you can bet loot
Or better yet save your cash for your suit