Luyện nghe bài hát Just Blaze, Bleek & Free

Hey, yo uru, this Blaze, Bleek and Free right?
So I get a hook or verse or sumthin'?
(Get here!)
Stick to makin' beats, I stick to yo' moms,

Just
Roll up a L, pour glass in that
Young E's had since the days of Atari
Since the youth, I used to shoot her back to the path
My day, hard, mack the back of the cab

Did it all, little robbery, cart of the G-train
became a part of me, got a hell of a street game
Niggas don't want no part of me, they
roll up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari
Breeze Marcy

They know I'm gangsta in every way,
I keep it gangsta, on me everyday, but
P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don't act
I got to leave bitches you know

I chase dog, I'm after the spread dog
The you could do is give a nigga a lil' head, dog
Parked by Marcy, two door Ferrari
Can't believe Mami deny me

But I she don't listen to rap
So I'mma slut her a ghost
In the hole, missing the
And I'm a P, I, M, P, fo' sho rap
R,O,C N,Y,C, for

F, R, two e's slide through deliver
R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por
I twist swerve in the jeep
deep, pick up the chicks
Chicks lookin' for

Bleek sleep, makin' me sick won't the phone
Motorola, two way, you may answer to
I think it's him me now, I hear the back strap
Where you at? Got a full of freaks
And they tryin' to get right, I smut 'em all night
And get them chickens outta

Pass hoes, then mack 'em
G to K, Freeway for movin' the yay
I could get 'em from A to point G
Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the
For the right amount of bills, I 'em where you stay

hate Freeway, scared when you see the Freeway
But you wanna kill Freeway, your girl the Freeway
Everyday, up and down, back and
In and out, know every

Where my who stack niggas?
Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who that paper
But'll light you up with the man
Where my bitches at? Where my at?
Where my real at? C'mon

And all my niggas who took llamas, murda,
of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas
Where my niggas at? Where my at?
my real niggas at c'mon

All day I be smokin', we all my niggas who
We hit the block the potent
'em a week and they blow it
You know and you

There's some ofa's low and my dogs
who all of us are, we sit low in them cars
Ain't no wanna roll, they say I'm doin' my thing
See it's blue in the chain, I was changin' my but
Li'l Mami is you rollin'or You fucka, you suck
For real I'm tryin'a see up with you

Introduce you to the and the playas
It's no playin' I'm a gangsta
I don't fuck with hatas and basic
Hatin' is the part I ain't
wanna fuck, 'cuz there's shit that I'm willin'

Once they see it, I just fuck up they
And when I bang out in the hood, I fuck up my bread
Instead of lead, I save it I see you face to face
Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they don't face shit

Where my who stack niggas?
Fuck wit a like Memphis who gettin' that paper
But'll you up with the jigga man
Where my at? Where my bitches at?
Where my bitches at? C'mon

And all my who took llamas, murda, murda
Heard of a nigga Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas
my niggas at? Where my niggas at?
Where my niggas at c'mon

Blaze
Just