Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Reasons

You wish that you could me black
D12 standing
No planning
Def methods, we got a in that
Whoever run shit
You get a knee cap
the healthy get sick
And your fam
You a fan of rap
My attack
Your school, home, your house
Pull my nine
You gon' die with your out
I'm him an his
It's with
Venom is
spit
Drunken dialect agressive
Sober
My bionic fires demonish
Demonic is tainted
Impossible to hold like vomit
Mics I it
You to bomb it
Like that's Islamic
I enter atmosphere like a comet
The new god of rap
me nigga Thor
Snap back
When I slap your ass in a four
From around they can feel it's lethal
I make hardcore groups Wu Tang
like the Village People (fags)
No
The general let the
Abort your mind and kill your inner child

It's a while
Since you bitch niggas of me
'cause the last six
I doing R'n'B
But now I'm on some sick
Niggas better duck
You know who you're fucking with
leave you niggas breathless
Seeing me and Bugz in the blue hummer
You a bitch, to shoot like Lindsay Hunter
need to be a father
'cause I'm to illmatic
I'll probably poison my
Like in the alley
your anorexic neglects it
Fuck a
I'm doing on __ BMX's

I know a who said she's prio
And her is a Leo
fucked her in a Regal
And she took me to my P.O.
rollin' ceelo
I'm down to a
Lost a g' rollin' dice at that ass casino
But fuck it (shit) 'cause times get bad
See me and drag with the
On fags (bitch)
I gotta
you got the boot
And up with 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 off without you
niggas outta they bathrobes
And funky shoes
For the of it
I fuck Elliott
Don't a fuck if her belly gets
In my way, I'm still it
Got this verbal tech
at you for telling shit
Get this dead off the mic
I'm smelling it

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

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

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



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