Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
This no fluke, this pure deep talent.
Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock your ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Bow, when I the microphone and hold it
Keepin me rappin until I hoarse and
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 me off some the time, take you down one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin over your album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, keep climbing
Keep duckin, keep buckin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes comin to get you off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it comes way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin 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 side of all this, long as you it
When I it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders with me, clown with me
Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad this
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, writin raps far back as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, move key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
Handle your buisness in this industry of
Or be at F.W. Bulls dishes
Bitch I was born to million dollar rhymes
Battle in the hallways of Cohen in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and made my first demo
We dropped some real shit in the
I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps pavement
To come New Orleans 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 and gettin my cream
Ain't shit unlucky about my thirteen

3]
I hit the like BOSH! Owwwwww!
gon bounce 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
the flex like muscle
Use a, delievery cause 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
seen 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, 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 a half a million dollar deal with Jive
This shit thats tragic be no more
Because of my rings I work at A&P no
I drive my landcruiser off the floor
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!