Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 7, bitch what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, pure deep talent.
muthafuckin years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Bow, I hold the microphone and hold it
Keepin me rappin I hoarse and swollen
Thirteen and rollin
I rate colder coldest
Gettin part of this, niggas don't no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and rhymes
Slap a nigga that style sound some like
Mad enough you "It AIN'T!"
(This line whispered, hear)
You be me off some the time, take you down one at a time
I'ma be known for over your whole album
Who my rhyme?
decling, I'ma keep climbing
Keep duckin, I'ma keep
heat seekin rhymes comin to get you bitches off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it that way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin just to make a tape
But don't mean that my rhymes one of the strongest
All I know I tryin to make it for the fuckin longest
Fuck the side of all this, long as you it
When I done it, gettin bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders down me, clown with me
Leave in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, mad this year
Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in caskets
Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and burn like
than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin the temperature in December
em, tippin em, been writin raps far back as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, everybody key
It was ghetto Djs and MCs
Handle your buisness in this industry of
Or be at F.W. Bulls dishes
Bitch I was to write million dollar rhymes
Battle in the hallways of back in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and made my first demo
We dropped real shit in the basement
I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps pavement
To come from New made it hard to surface
when I got discouraged and joined the service
Pissed of and I (?) before
I went to war and served federal time before I made it home
No rips in my jeans and gettin my cream
Ain't shit unlucky about my number

3]
I hit the bitch BOSH! Owwwwww!
gon bounce could rap and doin time before I bow
How in the you like me right now
Told your ass she had I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my
I niggas up like Muslims
With the flex like
Use a, pretty cause it's most important
I form a style enough to cut straight through the bones
I came my welts, gave up my belt
I got off from Big Boy records to put my on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fuckin I did it
Shoulda seen the chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
Size nothin nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They gave me five hundred dollars, shit I both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other shit to do nine to five
My birthday came, and my died
But year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with Jive
This thats tragic can't be no more
of my rings I work at A&P no more
I drive my landcruiser off the floor
Got the time to time to feel pain, sittin on
Comin with scheme, up in my
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit
by the end of that
Thirteen manic years!