Luyện nghe bài hát Slow, Loud and Bangin'

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

Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a
I blow on skunk, I on doja
Military minded, I'm a soldier
Out the streets, of the 4
Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe
niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point
Why niggas talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, I ride
Ready to do homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, nigga old
I'm H-Town to Cali, just Robert Ory
If I do a murder, the murder scene
No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not bout
Nigga like me, I'm bout knocking out
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your
A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the cross road
my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me, can't
to make it, to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way
I come around your corner, so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the Polo
It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't
Why I the slab, when I went straight to foreign
Said it I said it, in the old school
Some they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggas and wet
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 so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then I on
Get on, the motherfucking
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the
They where I went, they keep looking
I give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking
Or like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just like the
Million dolla mouthpiece, I smile
Look and load a, nigga
he smile, he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke out
We give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop
officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking
R.I.P., to my motherfucking
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay
There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking
I be a man, hope you understand
There's but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a
A real live B-Boy, and you what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like
Dark on a pump, just like Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat like
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him
On the grind, I'ma take a trip on
I be flying on a plane, but the is on the ground
to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't yet
I make a hoe I-10, I sin
Then I, do it
I get my ends, I'm in my Benz-e
Got these hoes round, in a friendse
I be busting full clips, they empty
A of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me, to the
The reason why, I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but I on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back, and he got the
Recording everything, the 4's gon
pulling up, on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look
I throw up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking
I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a from the back
And I use my, tool
Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule