Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock your ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This no fluke, this pure deep talent.
Thirteen years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
1]
Bow, I hold the microphone and hold it
Keepin me rappin I hoarse and swollen
Thirteen years and
I rate colder coldest
Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no of this
Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm and sellin rhymes
a nigga that style sound some like mine
Mad you screamin "It AIN'T!"
(This line whispered, hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, you down one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin over whole album
Who want my
decling, I'ma keep climbing
Keep duckin, I'ma buckin
Keepin heat seekin comin to get you bitches off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it comes way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin just to make a tape
But don't mean that my rhymes one of the strongest
All I know I tryin to make it for the fuckin longest
Fuck the of all this, long as you done it
I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin riders down with me, clown with me
thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, mad this year
Creative catastrophy, MCs in closed caskets
Hit ya like full jackets, cut like hatchets
as ratchets, and burn like matches
Thick than amino acids, like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the in December
Clippin em, tippin em, been writin far back as I can remember
Fulla rocks, everybody move key
It was ghetto Djs and MCs
Handle buisness in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. Bulls dishes
Bitch I was born to million dollar rhymes
Battle in the 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 come from New made it hard to surface
That's when I got discouraged and 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 could rap and time before I bow
How in the you like me right now
your ass she had said I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap is my hustle
I shot niggas up Muslims
With the like muscle
Use a, pretty cause it's most important
I form a style sharp enough to cut straight through the
I from my welts, gave up my belt
I got off Big Boy records to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fuckin I did it
Shoulda the little chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
ain't nothin nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They gave me five dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other to do from nine to five
My came, and my sister died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a dollar deal 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 time to feel pain, sittin on
Comin with scheme, up in my
Who'd a thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of thirteen
Thirteen muthfuckin years!