Luyện nghe bài hát New Shit

I spit hits like a jukebox, stay thugged out 2Pac
Everytime new drop, it's G shit not hip-hop
I speak for who rip glocks, and leave these haters lips locked
My sell mo' than your, real album ship out
My underground sell mo' than your, real album out
My underground sell mo' your, real album ship out
Slow down or sped up, I'll make you bob head up
Hustle you fed up, tell you stack your bread up
Falling off you'll never see, Slim got long
Real hits what you get from me, me and Watts family
And I be if we can't do our job, and make you bob
I'm signing c.d.'s for you, your niece and your Rob
Saying stay down, jam we lay down
If I can't drive to your town, I'll this shit through Greyhound

send this through Greyhound
send this through Greyhound

Got boys from Kansas, hollin' how they jam this
From Germany to Japan, they can't this
This ain't no local shit, we bitch
Got Swishahouse and Hogg, in your ride trick
wanna drop like us, and stack a knot like us
Can't pay they bills with skills, so they copy us
trendsetters, some go-getters
Use to be down but shit, now bootleggers

Now they-now they
Now they bootleggers