Luyện nghe bài hát Mo City Don Freestyle

Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the fallen soldiers man,
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm

All my partnas, all your partnas
But shit I feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, these hoe niggaz be doing
What they be doing, I don't though, shit fuck it
We gon stay two in a fo' do'

'Slow And Bangin'', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I on doja
minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier

Out the streets of the 4
Not no bitch and say I ain't a hoe
Letting know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen and I get my clear

Why niggaz talk down? I don't know
Gotta a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do homicide, in a pine box

And I'm gone, old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just Robert Horry
If I do a murder, flee the murder
No missing on the drank, I can't find no lean

From to Southfese
Bitch it's about war not bout
Nigga like me, I'm 'bout out teeth
I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down, in the Coupe

Looking gravy, looking real
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross
With my K on my side, I'm to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a

Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden
A nigga like me, wait
Just to make it, to day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way

When I come your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the Polo
the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I straight to foreign

Said it like I said it, in the old
niggaz they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I around your corner but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet and wet women

With the calico, I had to let a know
That I around your corner, in a Lincoln four do'
A fox 'cause I do it in a flash
Nigga out 'cause that could be your ass

I rhyme so long, so strong
I flicks my bar, sip I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking
And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence

They wonder I went, they keep looking
I give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm to the finish
I'm like the Popeye but I don't need spinach

I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing like the Nile
dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile
Look and load a, ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can the night to day

You can open up the pop and let the come out
We don't a damn, 'bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked
Make a wanna blow the badge, off of ya

Me and Dougie, my brother
R.I.P., to my mother
the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted in my shoe

I be a man, hope you understand
nothing but the work and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm serving a
A real live B-Boy and you know what I

I be up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, just Calvin Kato
to the Rocket, a four-peat like comets
I don't a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit

On the grind, take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane but the dope is on the
Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't yet

I gotta a hoe I to 10, I sin, then I do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my Benz
Got hoes running 'round in a friendse
I be full clips, till they empty
A piece of potent pussy, might me

Rain is trying to send me to the
The main reason why, I ain't
I'm wired up but I ain't on no damn
Dejaun in the back and he got the

Recording everything, the 4's gon
Still pulling up on and the Main
lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4 that's my hood

Never been a hoe, I'm letting know
I gotta get a fucking P L A T but a G O
L D, a motherfucking
I keep it straight and like that
Hit a bitch the back and I use my motherfucking tool
her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule