Luyện nghe bài hát Slam Pit

"I'm hard to kill, for real, guard your grill", Cuban Link
Yo, yo, Yo mode is how this nigga roll, finger on the trigger low
to lick a shot for that bigger pot of gold
Lock and load, my heavy metal and rolls
If you gotta go you gotta go, part of the show

My heart is cold a Nautica, nailin' niggaz like carpenters
Stalkin' the squadrons, spark 'em from New York to Arkansas
Watchin' the projects is how I got my
Economics is pickin' pockets, then we split the
The only shit I pop is my glock spit

Watch for the cops, we spark the chocolate
'Cause the blocks are than the fuckin' tropics
In topless bars, college girls no bras
My squad got blow jobs, smokin' Godfather cigars

large like Scarface, parlayin' to far place
No car chasin', watchin' all the stars in space
Safe and in my playground, with my tre pound
Got rounds just in case, clowns wanna play around

I lay it down for them non
Them non achievin' that wanna be leaders
But can never us
Y'all better us if you ever see us
(Word up)
TS, Beatnuts, double up but grab your heaters

Slammin on cement
The beats, the
Got you froze gun point

It's the hard pistol packin'
It's the control freak, leave you with a in your cheek
Worst in rap, Ju stay in the streets
I gotta eat, the only thing I'm is keeps

beats cost a lotta money but they sound real cheap
You sound weak, anemic, you get no sleep
Fuckin' me, you outta your mind? Get outta your Jeep
Ya know I'm beat you till the police come
And niggaz who the fuck I got that Roly from

Les, yeah, ugh, what
Jump out the and let you know its over
And grab you with a and snap you in a coma
Drug you with my music son, you'll sober

While your chicks on my on a leather sofa
Chillin' there, out billionaire
In war clothes blastin' as I led through
Your wardrobe
What,

MC's on cement, ugh

Common Sense, Common's ya
Picture a with heater, holy book and big rings
nigga doin big things interpreting dreams
Off the Jim Bean, shit sweet for sixteens
My got the block sewn to the inseam
I'm on the other side, to get green

So I fash and trash ass at least a day
Warrin' with self I battle, the Middle way
Bring heat the months, that's east of May
Casket in the and saw a new school that knows the old

memory I hold the scroll, my flow is a road less traveled
You rock, but been less gravel
My mystique suggest battle and what you
Rip a nigga from New York to west coast,

Don't give a fuck where he he'll get beat like a drum
this rap goes numb, seekin' the hot Medusa from circulation
I strangle string music and suffocate a drum
Wanted to be a till I seen I was the sun/son
Got my up like Pun

Improvise to get ass, to get passed
Fuck a mic check, I bring my flow in