Luyện nghe bài hát Next Generation

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

[Jo Jo
Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is
Don't get it backwards, Stuck South is home
Pelle who, soon to be out and blown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier
Read the paper in my bed like Tony Soprano
Throw em' all in the pit
For bowling shoes, talk about rocks and shit

[Cadillac
Yo, you niggas is prey, time pay
I leave you in this five coupe [Errr]
Faggot I slide through
Any hood representin' my set, is new
But I wear this like a vest
Spit and tear up ya
D-A double D for dough
Hit em' where it hurt
You ain't comin' close
I run up, gun up, hit you and ya up, playa you ghost
We killers, Violator, niggas

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

I come out fire
Stop, drop, out the booth
Th rims come out the
I stop, hop off the roof
Only thing you should know is that's them
This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M.
It's with a capital F
See everything the sweater to the scarf to the capital F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm the rappin' Hugh hef
Better known as

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

[Remy
Y'all if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity
[Machine Gun
So I'ma just lay eight and etch the
Everybody who's the hottest 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