Luyện nghe bài hát Next Generation

Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
Rap's new generation, N-n-next
new generation
Rap's new generation, g-gen-gene-generation

[Jo Jo
Well, say to the rap Al Capone, south with pone
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is
get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
Pelle who, to be caked out and blown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier
Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony
em' all in the bottomless pit
For rockin' bowling shoes, talk rocks and shit

Tah]
Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, pay
I leave you shrumped in this five coupe
Faggot I slide through
Any hood my set, generation is new
But I wear this like a vest
and tear up ya vest
D-A D for that dough
Hit em' it hurt most
You niggas ain't comin'
I run up, gun up, hit you and ya up, playa you ghost
We killers, Violator, Murderer

[R.C.]
It's the violator, clip changer, mix the
Got trick eight to more kisses than Jada
And a bitch serve the properly
She give me blows under the belt like a boxer
R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos
And jewels that give you cataracts, bitch who you
gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
And eight darts nigga, no one to

I out with fire
Stop, drop, roll out the
Th rims come out the
I stop, hop fall off the
Only thing you should know is that's hoin'
This playa back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan
It's with a capital F
See everything from the to the scarf to the capital F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the Hugh hef
Better as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

It's time to the oil from the cut and gotten the pot
So when the flame rise niggas respect what's hot
Four chain glock on em' no warning
Leave ya hood like a circle no corners
Made dough the pot, heatin' and raisin'
Been around more than sweet potatoes
Violators, big respect the line
act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne

[Remy
know if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity
[Machine Gun
So I'ma just lay eight and the bodies
Everybody knows who's the bitch
And that's why I'm the bitch on this shit
And any ho chu' know love Rem and Nick
I spit as if I had a dick
This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin
Wanna it to me but they know I'm not havin' it