Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 nigga 7, what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This no fluke, this pure deep talent.
Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
1]
Bow, when I hold the and hold it
Keepin me until I hoarse and swollen
Thirteen and rollin
I rate colder coldest
Gettin of this, niggas don't want no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga that style sound some like
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
I'ma be known for fuckin your whole album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma keep
duckin, I'ma keep buckin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes to get you bitches off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it that way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a
But that don't mean my rhymes one of the strongest
All I know I been tryin to make it for the fuckin
Fuck the of all this, long as you done it
When I it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders down me, clown with me
Leave thirteen in your chest and you can count em

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

3]
I hit the like BOSH! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce could rap and doin time I bow
How in the fuck you like me now
Told your ass she had I'd be on top of the pile
my rap style is my hustle
I shot niggas up like
With the like muscle
Use a, pretty cause it's most important
I a style sharp enough to cut straight through the bones
I came from my welts, up my belt
I got off Big Boy records to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fuckin I did it
Shoulda seen the little chir'en in the singin I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nothin nigga, I'm
nigga, raah!
They me five hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
em, got some other shit to do from nine to five
My birthday came, and my died
But next year, Mystikal a half a million dollar deal with Jive
This shit tragic can't be no more
Because of my rings I work at A&P no
I drive my off the show floor
Got the time to time to pain, sittin on Volvos
with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of thirteen
Thirteen muthfuckin years!