Luyện nghe bài hát Mo City Don Freestyle

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

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

Loud And Bangin'', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a
I blow on skunk, I blow on
minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier

Out the of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch and say I still a hoe
niggaz know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen and I get my point

Why niggaz wanna down? I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, 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 scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I find no lean

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

Looking gravy, looking real
I'ma be the nigga, over at the fucking cross road
my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, be a homicide

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

When I around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn
That's the Lauren, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, I went straight to foreign

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

the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know
That I come around your corner, in a four do'
A fox photo 'cause I do it in a
watch out 'cause that could be your ass

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

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

I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I
Look and load a, nigga
he smile, he can turn the night to day

You can open up the pop and let the come out
We give a damn, 'bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked
Make a nigga 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 planted in my motherfucking shoe

I gotta be a man, hope you
There's but the work and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the and I'm serving a fiend
A real B-Boy and you know what I mean

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

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

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

Rain is to send me to the Penitentiary
The main reason why, I friendly
I'm wired up but I on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back and he got the

Recording everything, the 4's gon
pulling up on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to good
I throw up 4 'cause that's my hood

been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P L A T but a G O
L D, a motherfucking
I keep it straight and simple that
Hit a bitch from the back and I use my motherfucking
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the