Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Freedom

Ben (Guy):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Man, hey
Check thi-, that lil' shawty right there
Stop shawty right there
(Who, that lil' girl there?)
Yeah, get her, get here 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, here, look here
My boy, Ben Hated, he... he wanna at you, (WHAT?!?!) my boy...
(Ben Hated?!?! I see why his ass "been hated",
look what y'all ridin in)
Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, you!
*Takes off, horn*

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

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

[Ben
I stand here all night dressed like mo
Hustlin up four doors
Candy no mo', Escalades twankin Momo's
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is how we seem
Yayo weighed up on beams, for geekers wanna dream
That's how I my cream
With a ass hoe, and a down as scheme
And a down as team fulla down ass niggaz down for green
I see how y'all watch and wait, I decide to navigate late
Dont run up wrong and meet your fate
Long as I get weight maker
They call me Mr. Bossy, molases 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 grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine
Steppin out this time, in aligators, for them haters
Hollow tips so they cant fade us, big money
You see me on the seen so clean, black gleam
Draped up in orange & blue (orange & blue), rollin my team

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

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