Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher

[Vere 1:
can't rhyme no more 'bout slime no more
That five white cause I'm so raw
Drip rocks I couldn't climb no more
Became a hot boy the 504
Master of the p and the pies go
near free, I need a least five, four more
What you see you tell me
Walked in like the scene in Belly
let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench coat
Mac 10, let the clip go, half [?] where I send
What happened? Niggas been
[?] you a napkin with your kids toked
Bluh, bluh, everywhere
They jumped this caddy, came back with everywhere
Trunk of the Crown Vic, kept heavy there
You thought it was '96, Jesus head here
Now I'm rich ''look, boy I'm over them''
Trying to fantasy football with Hov and them
Pick another check, shit, I took more both of 'em
School my little bro, I look to growthing 'em
Yeah, now I just another watch
I just drove up the lot pushing another
My first stop 95th hit the butterspot
The feds got me on shit that could get my hot

2: Lantana]
Military matter, on a mission, baby,
I put myself in position, man, it's a family
My pops blood in every I got
So two things I can never do is change and
They don't understand the pain or the I got
They weren't there when them came and changed them locks ever
That's why [?] don't more
[?] and stupid niggas still slow
You still slow for real though, you hear for?
Ain't trying to hear nothing till a bullet hit his
Can you hear me now, we
I got game and I should've an [?]
Live for my people and die for my people
I'd go to jail for my people, hope I get mail from my
I'd raise hell for my people, shoot it out the devil
Then head back to Cincinnati, told 'em I'm whatever
for my people, how soon
Who don't easy, that autotune
Listen, I got you, keep it ratchet
Ratchet on me, got no homies, just my people, people
People, people, my the Corleone
Wow, let off the 40
Ride that I'm with people
They gon to see you, it's evil

3: Oun P]
Money is the motive, got my on it
Come with triggers, see that floor, I put your on it
See block here, I grind on it
99% of waste lines, over here got nines on it
I grinds, I'm trying to get it every way
Til I'm like it's Thanksgiving every day
Stay with a serious face I don't ever play
Bad karma back in the days cause I ever pray
I with the trickery, don't t be trying to get at us
you til my hands turn roast and grabbing a cactus
No in the crib, red light on the ratchet
balls on the block, but the 40's was only jackets
Before was 3 of us on the same mattress
Now 3 of us fucking the same actress
Dogging everything, I'm the game backwards
Put more leaf in the air than St.Patrick's
I'm still rapping, of all
I'm doing this so my moms ain't work no more
Music take away the pain, it don't hurt no
Was looking for wealth, but I gotta search no more
The loyalty, where the fuck is that these
friends is getting each other clapped these days
These young really don't know how to act these days
It was better when I was in my athlete days
Go outside, a little, you know, flirt with the shorties
Go now I see somebody squirting the 40
Pen and a pad, I'm interpreting the
All you see is what a lot of niggas showing
So when the tour started a lot of niggas ain't
Now I don't listen to rap, a lot of niggas flowing
Been doing it for a while, now it's time to bring in
Humble, I don't brag or boast in streets
But these white be looking like coke on my feet
I ain't get it from distributing that on the streets
Got mine from putting cooked on the beat
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4: Ransom]
Niggas know I show gratitude
at this rapper shoes, you can tell [?]
Street prophecies told by the of Socrates
Every sentence I'm blessing properly, philosophy
Ghetto monopoly, how .. Oddisee on property
as them fossils be under the Earth geography
Got a lot to kin, no me, whoever is on top of me
Getting with three bullets, it's hollow, G
I'm a novelty to the rap minority, perfect
Paper like a lobotomy, the devil lurking of me
The probably doing robberies cause of [?]
[?] part of me like the major starving me
Till this day wonder where my be
Pardon me, this is to me, life is a lottery
Played it to [?] like
It ain't hard to see like
sodomy, [?]
Got a license to kill Sean Connery
Street corner harming these fake thugs wearing army fatigue