Luyện nghe bài hát 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch what's

Thirteen years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
ain't no fluke, this pure deep talent.
Thirteen years!
I know what to do to your stupid 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 colder coldest
Gettin part of this, don't want no more of this
Never you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga that style sound some mine
Mad you screamin "It AIN'T!"
(This whispered, can't hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, take you one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin your whole album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, keep climbing
Keep duckin, I'ma buckin
heat seekin rhymes comin to get you bitches off me
cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it that way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin years just to a tape
But that don't mean that my rhymes one of the
All I know I been tryin to make it for the fuckin
the side of all this, long as you done it
When I done it, gettin bout to run this bitch
them riders down with me, clown with me
Leave in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em

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

3]
I hit the like BOSH! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce could rap and doin time I bow
How in the fuck you me right now
Told your ass she had said I'd be on top of the
my rap style is my hustle
I shot niggas up like
With the like muscle
Use a, pretty delievery it's most important
I form a style sharp to cut straight through the bones
I came from my welts, 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
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 a million 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 ever thought I'd be a No soldier
by the end of thirteen
Thirteen manic years!