Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 nigga 7, what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock your ass
so bad you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
This ain't no fluke, this deep talent.
muthafuckin years!
I know what to do to knock your ass
so bad you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
1]
Bow, when I hold the and hold it
Keepin me rappin until I and swollen
years and rollin
I colder than coldest
Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no of this
leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga that style sound some mine
Mad enough you "It AIN'T!"
(This whispered, can't hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, you down one at a time
be known for fuckin over your whole album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma keep
Keep duckin, I'ma buckin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes to get you bitches off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it comes way
It took me thirteen years just to make a tape
But that don't mean that my rhymes one of the
All I know I tryin to make it for the fuckin longest
the side of all this, long as you done it
When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this
Takin them riders down me, clown with me
Leave in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad this
catastrophy, leave MCs in closed caskets
Hit ya full metal jackets, cut like hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and like matches
Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the in December
Clippin em, tippin em, been writin raps far as I can remember
them rocks, everybody move key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
Handle your in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. washin dishes
Bitch I was born to write million dollar
Battle in the hallways of Cohen in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and my first demo tape
We dropped some shit in the basement
I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps like
To from New Orleans made it hard to surface
That's I got discouraged and joined the service
Pissed of and I (?) before
I went to war and served federal time before I it back home
No more rips in my and gettin my cream
Ain't shit about my number thirteen

3]
I hit the like 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 said I'd be on top of the
my rap style is my hustle
I shot niggas up like
With the flex muscle
Use a, pretty delievery cause it's important
I form a style sharp to cut straight through the bones
I from my welts, gave up my belt
I got off from Big Boy to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? right I did it
Shoulda seen the chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They gave me five hundred dollars, I quit both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other shit to do from nine to
My birthday came, and my died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar with Jive
This shit tragic can't be no more
Because of my I work at A&P no more
I drive my landcruiser off the show
Got the to time to feel pain, sittin on Volvos
with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit
by the end of that
manic muthfuckin years!