Luyện nghe bài hát Real 92.3 Freestyle

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You never knew a plug, plug, plug, a plug this
Sophisticated gangsta, watch me like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club this
zeros, need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard
I am I won't bump y'all up, well, I am
I got to get my off
My style come Devin the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Prince
Whoever a billionaire come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, it's rules you can
If Dre motivation, I don't know who is
and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too to know I'm gifted
hood rat brownie points and bullshittin'
I dropped the four on 'em, scrapin', a four on 'em
my dick and pour on 'em
Yeah, homie, I'm still talkin' that
Hoppin' out on my enemies, I who to shoot
Back when my where I need to be
a familiar sceneries, I smell the gun smoke
I watched a watch his son smoke
I the sun set on my set
I seen one 'Ru and one Loc, one slip and one played him
subject to change
Nowadays, the Compton (?) each other
Faster than an opposite
Homies whack out everythin', dead, homie
It's your mother, your uncle and
If God was a Loc, probably had one comin'
Damn, fucked up, I guess it is
When you can't trust not a soul inside these
I a video out there in Copenhagen, so the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more than just Lee
said, "Good looking"
Paused the video the his phone ring
That fast was his only problem
No matter how many times I showed him the Tower
The was home and Africa was too far for power
I knew

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

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This is unmatched
feelin' is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black ball cap
Windows shatter, same synonym back
in it before Internet had impacts
My innocence limited, the experience
Ten of us with no tactic that cracked
The mind of a literate writer, but I did in
You admitted it I submitted it wrapped in plastic
Remember scribblin', scratchin' diligent backwards
Visitin' freestyle cyphers for your
Now I can visit a stadium, pack it the
Benjamin benefits, sittin' in traffic
Spinnin' in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion
Winnin' in decision
is master and mastered it
Isn't it lovely how menace has turned
Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction, pure magic
Thank God for rap, I say it got me a plaque
But what's better than that? I everything
I everything, I know myself
I know morality, spirituality, and beheld
I know fatality haunt you
I everything, I know Compton
I street shit, I know shit that's conscience, I know everything
I lawyers, advertisement and sponsors
I wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma
I everything, I know history
I the universe works mentally
I know the perks of bullshit, that meant for me
I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes and
I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's
I know everything, the highs to to groupies and junkies
I if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition
The way I'm rewarded, well, that's decision
You know, they know that Compton School District
I it to the kids, don't gossip 'bout how it was distributed
I, I, I how people work, I know the price of life
I know how much worth, I know what I know and I know it well
Not to ever forget until I realized I didn't shit
Big Boy, up?

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

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I don't give a about no politics in rap
My homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back
So I got to go hard time I jump on wax
Bump what they talking 'bout, here is where it's at
Look, I in this game, I stuck my fangs in this game
I wore no in this game, my hood, my name in this game
Now I double up, time to up the bread and huddle up
I'm stickin' to the scripts like, "Yeah, 'em can cuddle up"
I skip, hop, I drip-drop, I flip-flop with white tube socks
It go sherm sticks, watch me this
That's what the chronic smell like when chemicals mix
Fifty-homie salute, I'm out to Compton Zoo with the
El Cos, Carlos, Road 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 homies called
They said, "The done cliqued up"
Oh, yeah? Punto to squabble with me, vatio?
Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the
Oh, yeah? is everythin', it's scandalous
Slow for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers
Homie's on paper, you snitched all summer
The streets don't fail me now, they 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, which one you
They give us guns and drugs, us thugs
Tell me they profit to with you
Nobody can fuck you, Obama said, "What it do?"

Can I get one

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