Luyện nghe bài hát Raw

Look dog, you never shine,
you come up with some better lines,
And use your own instead of mine.
So of rhyme,
You should go to the cemetary and dig own grave up ahead of time.
You wanna cop some I got the better kind.
The bugs bunny straps n the pat leather kind.
I be on ? where the pipers is,
i be baggin up white in this piper crib,
Makin' dimes like 20's as big.
Man they fluffy pillows, put you right to bed.
Most of the real doin' life or dead.
I could fight but hit you with the knife instead.
Or put red light on ya head,
and led poppin' out the toaster like a slice of bread.
I can handle gats, Im on fire like wax,
My pockets lumped camel backs.
I got crack and of green daddy,
If you a pothead or fiend just at me!
And full is the team daddy,
You tryin' to get a sixteen then scream at me!
N*gga!

Ayo, the fam get chu backhand,
I rap man but i clap the gat jam.
And im a gat man, put tha mac wit the to ya earlobe,
You like scarecrows.
You can't hate cus i make cash,
and i take cash, ya'll to take baths.
I laugh at you ass n*ggas,
Lil' thirty dollar jersey ass n*ggas.
You a bum cus you dumb b*tch,
and when the pot come, you don't get a b*tch.
You sound real on them mixtapes,
how you get cake 'cus you flip weight. (nah n*gga)
You jokes, you don't sell coke,
You wanna roast 'L's n inhale smoke.
You broke, be of yourself,
Get on ya knees and squeeze that on yourself!
I split if a youngin' get grown,
I grip crome, keep the on the hipbone. (homez)
I dope n*gga wanna get poked?
I get coke a spic on a fish boat.
I hug blocks and you not a 'ock,
But you dont get the till u get a mugshot.
If you a man, you a dead man,
I put led in man on ya headband.
'Cus i done work, put in work,
Slum work, and im with the gun work.
Man my gun spray 'cus im monday,
sunday with the gun play.
Come through a back street tha lil' wack jeep,
and imma clap heat and put ya brains on the seat!
You cats is and aint my cup of tea,
Imma fuckin' G and Cass stay free!