Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Boxing

(Sean Price)
My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the spray
Make these faggot go that a way, run
fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks
Fuck all that rapping
Give a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a
bet is throw your car in reverse
You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya
Pull ya chest and ya back, skit hooded laugh
niggaz do the row when I rhyme
Matter use a gun when I rhyme, yo
I throw shots from the of the rover
Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on sofa
Niggaz actin' like they know Sean, til I
Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the nam
the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'
Alot after the toast is retired,

(Rustee Juxx)
Yo, with Juxx, you already know what crime it is
body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is
Kingston Ave., you already know who it is
beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is
Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the
Then I throw the sawed to back
Cold blooded, hearted, swing the mac retarded
My weed clientele, excel my market
Shawshank swangeler, monster track
cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's
Barbarian, I'm a savage, street
Bullet street striking, faster than grease
volcano, rain, hail, fire
Cuz misery millions, and pain sell hater
Fiend for the foam, my is indestructable
Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck

(Rock)
Aiyo, I shake the when I walk
I mean I shake the town when I
Flip pound and lay you down for thoughts
Lay you on the ground your thoughts
Have your thoughts all over the ground in the
Make a when I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, MC
Niggaz hate but say it to me
They get in a tree
The moves you in the piece
Ready to get 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 fight me gettin his eye
And his shine stole, not you pa, your shit
Think I don't know huh? jewelry corny
cornier than cream corn and your team corny
Ya whole fleet boring, with a heat seaking pistol
on nigga jaw piece
For talking 'I can give and talk and see'
Boy something like a
That's why, some like a feel arm my strong
It's the "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous"
Bitch, they get to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the anus
And it down, now, wow, how bout
Fuck it, let 'em chow down on with sauerkraut
Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, South
Roundhouse, any bitch, you get in the Brown Brown
Brownsville!