Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know
Been on this here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo,
All the fallen soldiers man,
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm
All my partnas, all your partnas
But shit, I still feel stress, gotta get something
Off my chest, these hoe niggas be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, shit it
We gon two deep in a fo' do'

Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my
Trunk full of funk, I ain't been a punk
I blow on skunk, I on doja
minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I still a hoe
niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my clear
Why wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a box
And I'm gone, nigga old
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Ory
If I do a murder, flee the scene
No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch about war not bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll your grill
A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the cross road
my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden
A nigga like me, can't
Just to make it, to day
get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I come your corner, so slow
be the nigga, in the damn Polo
It's the rap lawing, ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to
it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet and wet women
With the calico, I had to let a know
That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln do'
A fox photo, I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out, that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so
I flicks my bar, sip I swoll on
Get on, the bench
And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they looking
I don't a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lenox, I'm to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need
keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile
Look and a, nigga ashtray
Everytime he smile, he can the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke out
We don't a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, officer
Make a nigga wanna the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
R.I.P., to my mother
That's the Dorothy McVay Matthew
There's ten planted, in my motherfucking shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you
There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm a fiend
A live B-Boy, and you know what I mean
I be up chips, like Lego
Dark on a pump, like Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat Comets
I give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound
I be on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles, or to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I finished yet
I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin
Then I, do it
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
Got these hoes round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, till empty
A piece of potent pussy, tempt me
Rain is to send me, to the Penitentiary
The main why, I ain't friendly
I'm up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter
in the back, and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon
Still up, on Fondren and the Main
lovely, got to look good
I throw up 4, cause that's my hood
been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking
I keep it straight and like that, hit a bitch from the back
And I use my, motherfucking
Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the