Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

Straight
Flipmode

I'll bust all you in the game for malpractice
I'm in jersey, where I'm no taxes
I'll your girl, agnus
Flipmode the madness
Platinum status, rampage I'm the
the credit, yo you might as well dead it
I said it, the edit, it's uncut
what, it's crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you for me to take mines
Pass my nickel plated nine, me einstein
Buck a two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your whole on detox
Hustlin crack for
Holy socks, cut you my ox
Rampage got the city
And your function, to the flat bush
Causin rambunction, watch me do you

sham>
Baby sham on some new
New and
5'3", caramel, tight on a four fifth
em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
Nigga with the 6 story, em off the cliff
As I speak the shit to put my name on the
The small thug with a slug put a on his wrist
A of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, your lookin to riff (what the fuck? )
Qb's type shit, we runnin your clique
See me in the drop, with your six, she snitched
But never that, 'cause-o, high through the window
My move slow, they heard you never blast though
Got a in your crib, sham, you know the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, zero
Took the c and flip mode left on the quietest note
Swallowed these cleared your throat
ass, you should have spoke

Yo I back slap a mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, up his spot
Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't one
Niggas talkin gats but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the (? ) portayin like you a
Yea, man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
You
You's a local black spokesman, I split your front
Viscious knife wound, up like ron goldman
Spliff, I spit, fully for any bullshit
up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on taperecorder
Idol to your son and probably to your daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, (? ) nephew, frank the

--more--(82%)
*uh huh, one more time, uh huh, spliff, on*
Bust my gun, like
Make niggas colapse like fucked up

have mercy>
Better obey the laws of the
Or lay still like of fortune in nam
Closed coffin flags folded in half
Triangular shape, blow out the candles grace
For fabulous tastes, will, battle for space
Pay the ultimate price,
Put the ghost in your life, bring you closer to christ
your dice, when the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the bite
Prophet in vein, metropolis claim body and
Id's in the optical frame
Never stoppin the
Remove your squad with steady
I body slam like superstar billy gramm

*straight spittin...word is bond...flip squad...striaght spittin...lyrical
Ass whippin...we spittin....*