Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 7, bitch what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
This ain't no fluke, this pure talent.
muthafuckin years!
I what to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Bow, when I the microphone and hold it
me rappin until I hoarse and swollen
Thirteen and rollin
I colder than coldest
part 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 mine
Mad enough you "It AIN'T!"
(This line whispered, hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, take you one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin over whole album
Who want my
Keep decling, I'ma keep
duckin, I'ma keep buckin
Keepin seekin rhymes comin to get you bitches off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it comes way
It me thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a tape
But that mean that my rhymes one of the strongest
All I know I been tryin to make it for the fuckin
Fuck the side of all this, long as you it
When I done it, gettin blunted to run this bitch
Takin them riders down me, clown with me
thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em

2]
Nigga go the vibe, dividin mad this year
catastrophy, leave MCs in closed caskets
Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and burn matches
Thick than amino acids, like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy 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 ghetto Djs and MCs
Handle your buisness in this industry of
Or be at F.W. washin dishes
Bitch I was to write million dollar rhymes
Battle in the of Cohen back in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy and made my first demo tape
We dropped some real shit in the
I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps pavement
To come from New Orleans it hard to surface
That's when I got and joined the service
Pissed of and I (?) long
I to war and served federal time before I made it back home
No more rips in my jeans and gettin my
Ain't shit unlucky about my thirteen

3]
I hit the like BOSH! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce could rap and time before I bow
How in the fuck you me right now
your ass she had said 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 delievery cause most important
I form a style sharp to cut straight through the bones
I came from my welts, gave up my
I got off Big Boy records to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? right I did it
Shoulda seen the little chir'en in the street singin I'm Not Nigga
ain't nothin nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They gave me five dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
em, got some other shit to do from nine to five
My birthday came, and my sister
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a dollar deal with Jive
This thats 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 time to time to feel pain, sittin on
Comin scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No soldier
by the end of thirteen
manic muthfuckin years!