Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the spray
Make these niggaz go that a way, run
Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and
Fuck all that rapping
Give a fuck about bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse
Best bet is throw car in reverse
You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya
Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded
Y'all niggaz do the row when I
fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo
I throw from the back of the rover
Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa
Niggaz actin' like don't know Sean, til I
Run up on 'em, 'em up with the fo'fo nam
Focus the fire, throw shots, you die smokin'
Alot after the toast is retired,

(Rustee Juxx)
Yo, with Juxx, you already know what crime it is
Hard beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is
Kingston Ave., you know who grind it is
Black beretta, opt, that's what kinda nine it is
Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the
Then I throw the shotty to back
Cold blooded, black hearted, the mac retarded
My weed clientele, my crack market
Shawshank swangeler, monster track
Wild cowboy, two on my wrangler's
Barbarian, I'm a savage, viking
Bullet street striking, faster grease lightning
Spit volcano, rain, hail,
Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell
for the foam, my throne is indestructable
Niggaz like 'word, son, them cant fuck with

(Rock)
Aiyo, I the ground when I walk
I mean I shake the town I walk
Flip pound and lay you down for thoughts
Lay you on the ground your thoughts
Have thoughts all over the ground in the park
a sound when I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
hate but don't say it to me
They get chased in a
The moves you in the piece
to get Jason to be like - damn
keep these niggaz from the grease, please
Bad news, gun you die, yo
You want news, switch to Geico
A nigga me gettin his eye closed
And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit
Think I don't know huh? Your jewelry
It's cornier cream corn and your team corny
Ya whole fleet boring, born a heat seaking pistol
on nigga jaw piece
For that 'I can give and talk and see'
Boy something a phenomenon
That's why, some shit's a feel arm my strong
like the "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous"
Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna it the anus
And bring it down, now, wow, how
Fuck it, let 'em chow down on with sauerkraut
Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, South
Roundhouse, any bitch, you get caught in the Brown
Brownsville!