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!
This ain't no fluke, pure deep talent.
Thirteen years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Bow, when I hold the and hold it
Keepin me rappin until I and swollen
Thirteen and rollin
I rate than coldest
Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no more of
leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga style 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 over your whole album
Who want my
decling, I'ma keep climbing
Keep duckin, keep buckin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes comin to get you off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it that way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin years to make a tape
But that don't mean my rhymes one of the strongest
All I know I been 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 bitch
Takin them riders down with me, with me
Leave thirteen in muthafuckin chest and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad this
Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in closed
Hit ya like metal jackets, cut like hatchets
as ratchets, and burn like matches
Thick than amino acids, like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
like the temperature in December
Clippin em, tippin em, been raps far back as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, move key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
Handle your buisness in this of competition
Or be at F.W. washin 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 and made my first demo tape
We dropped some real shit in the
I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps like
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 federal time before I made it back home
No rips in my jeans and gettin my cream
shit unlucky about my number thirteen

3]
I hit the like BOSH! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce could rap and doin before I bow
How in the fuck you like me now
Told your ass she had 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 delievery it's most important
I form a style sharp 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 seen the little chir'en in the singin I'm Not That Nigga
Size nothin nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They gave me hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other shit to do nine to five
My birthday came, and my died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million deal with Jive
shit thats tragic can't be no more
Because of my rings I work at A&P no
I drive my landcruiser off the show
Got the time to time to pain, sittin on Volvos
Comin with scheme, up in my
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit
by the end of thirteen
Thirteen manic years!