Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, 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 hold the microphone and it
Keepin me until I hoarse and swollen
years and rollin
I rate than coldest
Gettin part of this, don't want no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm 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 album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma keep
Keep duckin, I'ma keep
Keepin heat rhymes comin to get you bitches off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it that way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin just to make a tape
But that don't mean that my one of the strongest
All I I been tryin to make it for the fuckin longest
the side of all this, long as you done it
When I it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders down with me, with me
Leave thirteen in muthafuckin chest and you can count em

2]
Nigga go the vibe, dividin mad this year
Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in caskets
Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut like
as ratchets, and burn like matches
Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the temperature in
em, tippin em, been writin raps far back as I can remember
Fulla rocks, everybody move key
It was ghetto Djs and MCs
Handle your buisness in industry of competition
Or be at F.W. Bulls washin
Bitch I was born to write dollar rhymes
in the hallways of Cohen back in 85
86, 87, 88, up with Big Boy records and made my first demo tape
We dropped some real in the basement
I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps pavement
To from New Orleans made it hard to surface
That's when I got discouraged and joined the
Pissed of and I (?) before
I went to war and served federal time before I made it home
No rips in my jeans and gettin my cream
Ain't shit unlucky about my thirteen

3]
I hit the like BOSH! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce rap and doin time before I bow
How in the fuck you like me now
Told your ass she had said I'd be on top of the
Cause my rap style is my
I shot niggas up like
the flex like muscle
Use a, pretty delievery cause 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 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 singin I'm Not That
Size ain't nothin nigga, I'm
nigga, raah!
They gave me hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other 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
Because of my I work 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 that
manic muthfuckin years!