Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 nigga 7, what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I what to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
ain't no fluke, this pure deep talent.
Thirteen 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
me rappin until I hoarse and swollen
Thirteen and rollin
I rate than coldest
Gettin part of this, niggas don't no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga that sound some like mine
Mad you screamin "It AIN'T!"
(This line whispered, hear)
You be pissin me off the time, take you down one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin over whole album
Who want my
Keep decling, I'ma climbing
duckin, I'ma keep buckin
Keepin heat seekin comin to get you bitches off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it that way
It me thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a tape
But that don't that my rhymes one of the strongest
All I know I been tryin to make it for the longest
Fuck the of all this, long as you done it
I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders with me, clown with me
Leave 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 metal jackets, cut like hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and burn matches
Thick than amino acids, flip gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the temperature in
Clippin em, tippin em, been writin raps far as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, move key
It was ghetto Djs and MCs
Handle buisness in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. washin dishes
Bitch I was born to write million rhymes
Battle in the hallways of 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
of and I (?) before long
I went to war and federal time before I made it back home
No more in my jeans and gettin my cream
Ain't shit unlucky about my thirteen

3]
I hit the bitch BOSH! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce could rap and doin before I bow
How in the fuck you me right now
Told your ass she had I'd be on top of the pile
my rap style is my hustle
I shot niggas up Muslims
the flex like muscle
Use a, pretty delievery cause it's important
I form a style sharp enough to cut straight through the
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? right I did it
Shoulda seen the little 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 quit both of my
Fuck em, got some other shit to do from to five
My birthday came, and my died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal Jive
This thats 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
Comin with scheme, up in my
Who'd a thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of that
manic muthfuckin years!