Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

Ben (Guy):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Man, hey
Check thi-, Stop lil' shawty right there
lil' shawty right there
(Who, that girl over there?)
Yeah, get her, yeah get fa' me

Guy (Girl):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come gurl, hey, look here...
(I know you talkin to me)
Hey, hey, shut up gurl, (What?!?! UP?!?!)
Hey, look here, look here, here
My boy, Ben Hated, he... he wanna at you, (WHAT?!?!) my boy...
(Ben Hated?!?! I see why his ass "been hated",
what y'all ridin in) What?
Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, you!
*Takes off, honking

Steppin outta & Navigators
We makin it so they fade us (They cant fade us)
So we got to reach our
Pushin platinum sellin (sellin gold)

Steppin outta & Navigators
We makin it so they cant us (They cant fade us)
So we got to reach our
Pushin sellin gold (If you aint know)

Hated]
I stand here all night like mo do's
Hustlin up four doors
Candy Caprices no mo', Escalades twankin
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, is just how we seem
Yayo up on beams, for geekers that wanna dream
how I made my cream
With a down ass hoe, and a as scheme
And a down as team fulla down ass niggaz that's down for
I see how y'all and wait, hope I decide to navigate late
Dont run up wrong and meet fate maker
Long as I get weight maker
They me Mr. Bossy, molases paint silver glossy
Fuck it cost me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the hell off me
Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate multiplatinum CD's
Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout
Steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for them
Hollow tips so they cant fade us, big makers
You see me on the seen so clean, black gleam
Draped up in orange & (orange & blue), rollin wit' my team

nah
Hell it road, industry execs see me
Guys leave, my flow be so
Comin like the folks in the back door
See me, be like Puffy gotta get the
Gonna let me the track
Seein how these folks be makin tha money
Matter of cant call the cat
Cause they chillin like a bad rat breakin off cheese a Kit-Kat
Now that, the man with the Rolex and the diamonds in his hand
Girls in the club wanna holla Cause they he is the man
But I cant stand them pretty ass bitches and niggaz gettin up on my nerves
And while they in my face, they fake, I'm kickin 'em to the curb
So what it concern, on whether I ball or on my own 2 feet
Got you dislikin me , they cant get like me
I'm jumpin five bitches, over five
Dont no sense 'til you ask me
I'm on top, make you wanna have me
I'm smoke a blunt, march 2 steps in front
Cause haters aint never gon me
Try to put the mug on when I come around
Nigga you wanna give me a pound
But you at me like you brainy
Talkin 'bout you wanna be down
Yeah right, nigga know you get wit' Re
So you better just have a
I'm on top my game, that's why you know my
I done hit that fame now what gon be

Ben
Wood grippin, Henn
Pistol hold and pistol
All lames talk 'bout trickin
Dump them thangs and get to
Type of niggaz, that all custom trucks
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them 2-colored
Pros, on the block, they nuts
Sick of thugs and cut-butts
in the 'Lac and shawty get cut
Hop in the 'Gator woe's get stuck, up
bustaz wanna try me, I pull they girl when they alk by me
Leave 'em upset lookin mad, and dog, face sad
I dont sweat these pros man, I lick pros man
And I these pros, Jump in the car with ballers on Vogues
If you got a Benz with ends you cn freak out her friends
Sent that tramp out to partnaz lake, night shake the show stoppers
to my game, I do this thang wit' no shame
And if them ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto Fame
I say no words just lay it back
Let my girl on my strap
I trust these lames
I fuckin crush these lames, these lames