Luyện nghe bài hát Real 92.3 Freestyle

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You never knew a plug, plug, plug, a plug this
Sophisticated gangsta, me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like
Seven zeros, my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard
I am thinkin' I won't y'all up, well, I am
I got to get my off
My style come from the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals Prince Rogers
Whoever thought a come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, it's you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I know who is
Gift and a curse, them shoes is too big
Or I'm too pessimistic to know I'm gifted
Chasin' rat brownie points and bullshittin'
I the four on 'em, scrapin', hopped a four on 'em
my dick and pour on 'em
Yeah, homie, I'm talkin' that whoop-de-whoop
out on my enemies, I know who to shoot
Back when my homies where I to be
Such a familiar sceneries, I the gun smoke
I a homie watch his son smoke
I the sun set on my set
I seen one 'Ru and one Loc, one and one played him close
subject to change
Nowadays, the (?) kill each other
Faster than an color
Homies out everythin', you're dead, homie
It's your mother, your uncle and
If God was a Loc, he'd had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I it is
When you can't trust not a inside these streets
I made a video out there in Copenhagen, so the can see
To let 'em know it's more than just Lee
said, "Good looking"
Paused the video the moment his ring
That fast was his only problem
No matter how many times I showed him the Tower
The block was home and was too far for power
Then I

And you don't and you don't and you
And you don't and you don't and you
And you don't and you don't and you
And you don't and you don't

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This feelin' is
This feelin' is brought to you by and good rap
Pendleton ball cap
Windows shatter, same fall back
Been in it before Internet had
My innocence limited, the lacked
Ten of us with no tactic that cracked
The of a literate writer, but I did in fact
You admitted it I submitted it wrapped in plastic
Remember scribblin', scratchin' diligent sentences
Visitin' freestyle cyphers for your
Now I can a stadium, pack it the fastest
Gamblin' benefits, sittin' in traffic
Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on
in every decision
Kendrick is master and it
Isn't it lovely how menace has attraction?
rappers, finish your fraction, runnin' pure magic
Thank God for rap, I will say it got me a
But better than that? I know everything
I know everything, I myself
I know morality, spirituality, good and
I fatality might haunt you
I know everything, I know
I know street shit, I know shit that's conscience, I everything
I lawyers, advertisement and sponsors
I know wisdom, I bad religion, I know good karma
I everything, I know history
I know the universe mentally
I the perks of bullshit, that isn't meant for me
I know everything, I cars, clothes, hoes and money
I know loyalty, I know respect, I those that's hungry
I know everything, the to lows to groupies and junkies
I know if I'm at heart, I don't need recognition
The way I'm rewarded, well, God's decision
You know, they know that from Compton District
I give it to the kids, don't 'bout how it was distributed
I, I, I how people work, I know the price of life
I know how much it's worth, I know I know and I know it well
Not to forget until I realized I didn't know shit
Big Boy, up?

And you don't and you don't and you
And you don't and you don't and you
And you don't and you and you don't
And you don't and you stop

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I don't give a buck no politics in rap
My little homie Stunna Deuce never comin' back
So I got to go every time I jump on wax
Bump what they talking 'bout, this is where it's at
Look, I in this game, I stuck my fangs in this game
I wore no chain in this game, my hood, my name in game
Now I up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
I'm stickin' to the scripts like, "Yeah, 'em Benjamins can up"
I skip, hop, I drip-drop, I flip-flop with white tube socks
It go sherm sticks, watch me burn
That's what the chronic smell like them chemicals mix
salute, I'm out to Compton Zoo with the extras
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Kings and dressers
Rip Ridaz, (?), Mexicans eff with me
Nobody can eff me, tell y'all to eff with me
Jumpin' out the Caddy, uh, got my (?)
The little called
They said, "The done cliqued up"
Oh, yeah? Punto want to squabble with me,
Oh, yeah? Tell 'em can run it for the cardio
Oh, yeah? Everythin' is everythin', it's
Slow for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', numbers slanderin'
name on paper, you snitched all summer
The streets fail me now, they want to put the game in town
From Compton to Congress, set trippin' all around
Ain't nothin' new but a of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans
Red state versus a blue state, one you governin'?
They give us guns and drugs, call us
Tell me profit to fuck with you
Nobody can with you, Obama said, "What it do?"

Can I get one

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Everybody want to talk about who this and who
Who the and who wack, who white or who black
Critics want to mention that they miss when hip hop was
Motherfuck if they did, then a nigga'd be
Y'all priorities bullshit, put energy in wrong
Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been since
Don't ask about no politician at award
No, don't ask about my, uh, no, ask about my foes
'Less you askin' me power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I'm the only nigga next to that can push the button
Had the on standby
"K. Dot, what up? I they opened up Pandora's box"
I box 'em all in, buyin' stock