Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch happenin?

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

2]
Nigga go the vibe, dividin mad this year
catastrophy, leave MCs in closed caskets
Hit ya full metal jackets, cut like hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and burn matches
Thick than acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin the temperature in December
Clippin em, tippin em, been writin far back as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, move key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
your buisness in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. Bulls dishes
I was born to write million dollar rhymes
Battle in the hallways of Cohen in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and made my demo tape
We dropped some shit in the basement
I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps pavement
To come from New Orleans made it to surface
when I got discouraged and joined the service
Pissed of and I (?) long
I went to war and served federal time before I made it home
No more rips in my jeans and gettin my
shit unlucky about my number thirteen

3]
I hit the like BOSH! Owwwwww!
Never gon could rap and doin 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 is my hustle
I niggas up like Muslims
With the flex muscle
Use a, pretty cause it's most important
I form a sharp enough to cut straight through the bones
I came my welts, gave up my belt
I got off from Big Boy to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fuckin I did it
Shoulda the little chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nothin nigga, I'm
nigga, raah!
They gave me five hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my
Fuck em, got some shit to do from nine to five
My came, and my sister died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal Jive
This shit tragic can't be no more
Because of my rings I at A&P no more
I drive my landcruiser off the floor
Got the time to to feel pain, sittin on Volvos
with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No soldier
by the end of thirteen
Thirteen manic years!