Luyện nghe bài hát Slam Pit

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

My heart is cold like a Nautica, nailin' niggaz like
Stalkin' the hardest squadrons, spark 'em New York to Arkansas
the projects is how I got my logic
Economics is pickin' pockets, we split the profit
The only shit I pop is what my spit

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

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

I lay it for them non believers
Them non niggaz that wanna be leaders
But can beat us
Y'all better greet us if you see us
(Word up)
TS, Beatnuts, double up but grab your motherfuckin'

MC's on cement
The beats, the
Got you froze gun point

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

Your beats cost a lotta money but sound real cheap
You sound weak, anemic, like you get no
Fuckin' with me, you outta your mind? Get outta your
Ya know I'm gonna you till the police come
And tell niggaz who the fuck I got Roly from

Psycho Les, yeah, ugh,
Jump out the Rover and let you know its
And you with a crowbar and snap you in a coma
Drug you my music son, you'll never sober

While your on my Boeing on a leather sofa
Chillin' there, iced out
In war blastin' as I blast led through
Your Versace
What,

MC's on cement, ugh

Common Sense, tellin ya
a king with heater, holy book and big rings
Real nigga doin big things dreams
Off the Jim Bean, shit sweet for sixteens
My gods got the sewn to the inseam
I'm on the side, trying to get green

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

This I hold the scroll, my flow is a road less traveled
You rock, but been through less
My suggest battle and what have you
Rip a nigga New York to west coast, Chicago

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

Improvise to get ass, emphasize to get
a mic check, I bring my flow in cash