Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Reasons

You wish that you bear me black
D12 back
No planning
Def methods, we got a hand in
Whoever run this
You get a jammed cap
Make the healthy get
And fam handicapped
You a fan of rap
My attack
Your school, home, bitch house
Pull my nine
You gon' die your fist out
I'm him an his
It's with
is this
cobra
Drunken with agressive
bitch
My bionic fires demonish
Demonic is tainted
Impossible to down like vomit
I palm it
You to bomb it
Like tourists Islamic
I enter your like a comet
The new god of rap
Call me Thor
Snap back
When I your ass in a figure four
From miles around they can feel lethal
I make hardcore like Wu Tang
like the Village People (fags)
No
The general let the
Abort your state and kill your inner child

It's been a
you bitch niggas heard of me
'cause the last six
I been doing
But now I'm on some sick
Niggas better quick
You don't know who you're with
I'll you niggas breathless
Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue
You a bitch, scared to shoot like Hunter
Don't need to be a
'cause I'm just to
I'll probably my kids
Like in the alley
Fuck your anorexic it
a Lexus
I'm doing on __ BMX's

I know a girl who she's prio
And her is a Leo
Bugzy her in a Regal
And then she me to my P.O.
Fuck rollin'
I'm down to a
Lost a g' rollin' dice at that punk ass
But fuck it (shit) 'cause times get bad
See me and drag the mags
On unsuspecting (bitch)
I gotta
Bitch you got the
And hurry up it
I'm trying to catch prostitute (I got ten)

I'm the that spotted ya
something hot at ya
Rip your
Saw you and shot at ya
And subliminally
You can go on
And spin your group 25 times in one song
I'll still write you
Hip hop is better off you
Blowing niggas outta they
And funky shoes
For the of it
I Missy Elliott
Don't a fuck if her belly gets
In my way, I'm still it
Got this tech nine
at you for telling shit
Get this dead off the mic
I'm smelling it

[Kon
it
Let's a scrub out
Fuck with us and see what happen
We all got them guns
Got y'all back tracking
Ya, we dump in seashores
Busting DJs over they backs with
Turn up my
Your is fruitier than pebbles
Changin you back MCs to running trebles
up
Kon Artis, quick to smack slut up
Keep a of rubbers
Just in case I gotta up
style hold 'em out down
That's how meant to be
You kick the shit
whole tape sound like a symphony
Don't say to me
It's DP carry daughter
Talking bitches outta panties
and last quarters
Like that
I'll your whack clowns hutless
Defarius come to my show
And dreadless
Whoever said slash rapper and producer
Wouldn't make your twist
Guard your and your necklace

I got 6 reasons why we shit coming
Dozen left niggas running for cover
Hiding behind lovers
off peeling rubber
As we
"DON'T FUCK WITH DOZEN"
6 reasons why keep shit
Dirty Dozen niggas running for cover
Hiding behind your
Skirting off rubber
As we
"DON'T FUCK DIRTY DOZEN"
I got 6 why we keep shit coming
Dirty Dozen left running for cover
Hiding behind your
Skirting off rubber
As we
"DON'T FUCK DIRTY DOZEN"

Yeah yeah (what what)
bring it to your crew
We'll it to your crew
Any of
Die
Don't fuck with Dirty
Dozen



Don't fuck with Dirty
Da Brigade
DJ
Don't with Dirty Dozen
The saga starts now
If you ain't down us from this day on
fuck you