Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 7, bitch what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, this pure talent.
Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock your ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Bow, I hold the microphone and hold it
me rappin until I hoarse and swollen
Thirteen and rollin
I rate than coldest
Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no of this
Never you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
a nigga that style sound some like mine
Mad enough you "It AIN'T!"
(This whispered, can't hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, you down one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin over your whole
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma climbing
Keep duckin, keep buckin
Keepin heat seekin 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 don't mean 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
When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run bitch
Takin them riders down with me, clown me
Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad year
Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in closed
Hit ya full metal jackets, cut like hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and burn like
Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy
Droppin like the temperature in
Clippin em, tippin em, been writin far back as I can remember
Fulla rocks, everybody move key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
your buisness in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. washin dishes
Bitch I was born to write dollar rhymes
Battle in the hallways of Cohen in 85
86, 87, 88, up with Big Boy records and made my first demo tape
We some real shit in the basement
I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps pavement
To come from New made it hard to surface
when I got discouraged 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 my cream
Ain't shit unlucky about my number

3]
I hit the like BOSH! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce rap and doin time before I bow
How in the you like me right now
Told your ass she had I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap is my hustle
I shot niggas up like
With the like muscle
Use a, pretty delievery cause it's important
I form a sharp enough to cut straight through the bones
I from my welts, gave up my belt
I got off from Big Boy records to put my on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fuckin I did it
Shoulda seen the little chir'en in the street I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nothin nigga, I'm
nigga, raah!
They me five hundred 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 million dollar with Jive
This thats tragic can't be no more
of my rings I work at A&P no more
I drive my off the show floor
Got the time to time to pain, sittin on Volvos
with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of that
Thirteen manic years!