Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Minutes of Death

[Jae
Ayo break the block down from A to Z
I can supply you with lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp. Agency
I'm in the kitchen chilled with the feet broke
Soft got the table lookin' like a ski slope
"goin out" me and my money elope
And most niggaz rap about money but be broke
My man went to Moorehouse and had a flow
So I had him pitchin' in Atlanta like Smoltz
Makin' money the world go round
When it stack up it'll make a girl go down, clown
Patron and Goose'll get the bitch loose
And after the crew I'll her lickin' on the 'sis too
We gettin' where I'm from nigga
You gettin' tired of your chick tell her pack her shit come and get her
I'll put her on to some shit and get her right
Get her mind fatten the ass and get her spine tight
I'm the flyest, niggaz want a deal with Nike
I'm like dumb nigga I'm buy it
I percentages I don't care who the hottest
Lil' nigga I think BIG Christopher Wallace
And I (and I) won't stop till my grand grand kids sittin on dollars
And I ain't even a father,
Call me majesty, (talk to em) I'm young black and fly
it come to dough I got a Jewish mentality
Lil' fuck niggaz still battle me
I go in they mouth like I'm the lookin' for cavaties
I don't why your mans hyped you with that battery
I'll hit whole team with caps and I don't mean salaries, nigga
I already got dough now I'm the power
I'm the statue stand tall cuz I'm replacin' the
And these niggaz washed up now they faces is
Mad cuz they and lonely and I'm makin them dollars
With enough divas to spread out to ten
I can throw assists all night like I'm M.
Harlem got a fuckin' to front now
Uptown, let's go we got a to stunt now
I told Joey and Stack shit in tact
Our captains lost our city now we gotta get it
I'm on top nigga, you can it how you wanna
But ain't nothin impress me for the last summers
I don't give a fuck how you may feel
Nigga see me you see me
It's whateva, it's Jae Millz

Bundles]
Nigga the feel better when well rounded (chea)
Still rounded (chea), square but a nigga well rounded
like I came home late on my curfew
And proved I was better most niggaz my first two (what)
Lil' years in the league
Now it's biddin' war I got a Bloomberg league
So the overwhelmed (why)
They know the voice of the hustler whenever they hear son up at the Helm
Son give'em like "damn, he on advocate"
The fiendin' for it they got the addict itch
That's the bundles put it all in nose
niggaz is lil' me's, hear it all in their flows
Ho's, that's a topic you don't wanna touch on
I face fuck the ones you touch on
Hand brushed on see the denim know what bout
The Antiques, Red Munkey's, or out
Yall bring the V's out I can splurge
GT's wasn't me so I'm leanin' the Spurs
Leanin' towards the furs a more to my nature
Mink coyote, fox all in the
I get it in I'm the Semour Cakester
I give it on the arm you can get it me
Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be it for free
Paid 2-3 sell it for
McDonald's is makin more of a profit on Super
I spit the inside niggaz wrote the fake shit
These niggaz practicin' snitchin' on some jake shit
Millz on it, I agree with him
Can't even spar with niggaz the reason for a gym
Ain't hot to even work up a sweat
I been fire Wu days with The Perfect Cassette
So when you mention my name niggaz get offended
No chain on just a five star
General of that so Squadddd Up
Feelin' real prestigious hoppin' out that Porsche
I'm on top of my game and still
They not fuckin' with him can't even the hymen

Budden]
It's the nigga with the mask on that will yack dude for
Aint gotta say it, dudes the truth
me put that tool to use
these niggaz will be in the game shakin like Abdul Rauf/
Not turrets, rep, my team to the end
to ferraris to the beamers to the benz
If I it'll kill, never ran never will
only that bleed on me is these jeans on my tims
Hat low its not a weak in my squad
I'm LL In Too Deep, I'm I'm God
As far as rappers I'm theyre frauds
call 'em all rubix cubes cause I used to think they was hard
For once trust me you wanna start problems
the pound will make you Eddie wit a heart problem
So if you on the block wit only a few man
you a bird nigga, Toucan Sam
And any ima air that, rappers just gotta wear that
Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear
Hit you in the or the belly, gun on me
I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, me?
god he ain't fuckin wit that red line
cuz i'll merk any nigga that mine
If it wasnt fed time, or lock up or rec time, 'll be a daily news headline
You ain't the best, memo got sent?
if you got dogs what they in?
So if you get fresh like a Mentos mint
it'll tempt those men, wit clips longer than Leno's chin
Aint no guts wit you
you terrel owens them niggaz that wear eagles they don't wanna fucc wit you
Me fam? I was weed dirt, back when niggaz used to rock Simpsons t-shirts
give it to any nigga, I mean any nigga
big man or skinny nigga, dare a tempt me nigga
auto or nigga, dump it till it's empty nigga
they don't even want you in New York, you like Penny
Check the time it's that hour
lil niggaz they ain't around that
They ain't super or luigi or Mario, found that power
plus they couldn't spit if they found that flower
Cowards, the toys bust loco
While tryin to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo
And yea that 5 and clock
I'm the dollar baby, but I won't die tryin to box
Dont want a of the cake, I want the pie and all
I don't believe 'em they say that they be supplying the raw
You don't move you lyin dogg
that's a neverending without the white flying dog
Son dudes is broke don't know the feeling of bread
they in dept, tampon still in the red
And the fans keep askin if ya man beefin
I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em stop

BH]
Yo, I come through
I'm a something...
I can't
I'm nice...
the spice