Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hrs.

It is no 1999...
And I live in a world of one minds...
the industry feeds us fashion design...
That creates MCs cannot rhyme...
For ten I waited to make my move...
Now we'll see win, and who'll lose...
And if I had to my word...
Say this'll probably be the shit you ever heard...
I been watching, afar...
I know where you live, I who you are...
is my only scar...
And so my heart dark, like tar...
So I treat my today like they'll be enemies tomorrow...
So when die, I'll have no sorrow...
remember those you decide to cross...
'cause if your door gets knocked on you get off

Who's that six foot bald from New York
the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't give a fuck you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a new house nigga chillin
shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, her the drillin
While you hangin in The know you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a bitch must really be
'cause niggas happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link
Bracelet and the matching
And I'm too shiny V Vs glowin in ear
New gun, new jewels, new new year
Niggas think they bigger than the
I got news for you *Willy*, take it back to Philly
So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your
Nigga you aint that
And a nigga can't spend no layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really you
This can't be the same motherfucker Foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics, I love all his
I that we was cool, you think he's hard to find
I rip in posin alleys
As a kid got knowledge from the at the rally
I slip on the game Ballies
And ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, New York to Cali
Where a tried to play me like a sally
So I shot him in his new DeNali and drove him to the
I pushed him out the car and let him
Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me he bigger
In Japan I'm worth ten
American, open the and let Derek in
I break my silence, after ten years of my violence
You was my man I you benjamins
Every time I pulled up and get you in the again
We can be friends again
You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long
Now he's back and
new GS 400s, new Jags, and new trucks
You see the bad bitches that he fuck
your girl look skinny like a smoked out Daffy Duck
Niggas are real this N B HIGH
You niggas aint got no balls and die
I'm a certified killer, with in the Game*
Burn marks on my hands the glocks with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, when I write rhymes I
And think about my nigga
Alotta motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my is like fuckin with my head
Tryin to my buttered bread
Niggas aint shit, so I'm down with you
Any time realness, you ready feel
I don't nothing, nothing at all
So Mr. Rifkind, expect my call
owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
Over fifteen dollars, snap your fuckin neck
And pay me in no fuckin check
If you want me to teach the meaning of disrespect
When I'm finished in this game, I'll be swimming in my
Not at the station, looking for a job
Too many niggas feel me spittin on a
To be broke and homeless, and naked
I represent the grimy masses
Of thugged out gun criminal asses
That shoot up your party and at mine
'cause they know I got love for real niggas, to nine there's the mind
remember why you frontin like you more that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs be DEAD
be DEAD