Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Reasons

You wish that you could bear me
D12 back
No planning
Def methods, we got a in that
Whoever run this
You get a jammed cap
Make the healthy get
And your fam
You a fan of rap
My clan
Your school, home, bitch house
my nine milli
You gon' die your fist out
I'm him an his
over with
Venom is
spit
Drunken dialect agressive
bitch
My bionic fires atlonics
Demonic is chronic
Impossible to hold down vomit
Mics I it
You stay to it
tourists that's Islamic
I your atmosphere like a comet
The new god of rap
Call me nigga
Snap back
When I slap your ass in a four
From miles around can feel it's lethal
I make groups like Wu Tang
Look like the Village (fags)
No
The let the senistal
Abort your state and kill your inner child

It's a while
Since you bitch heard of me
'cause the six months
I doing R'n'B
But now I'm on some shit
Niggas better duck
You don't know who you're fucking
I'll you niggas breathless
Seeing me and rolling in the blue hummer
You a bitch, scared to shoot like Lindsay
Don't need to be a
'cause I'm just to
I'll probably poison my
Like in the alley
Fuck anorexic neglects it
a Lexus
I'm doing drivebys on __

I know a girl who said she's
And her is a Leo
Bugzy fucked her in a
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 it (shit) 'cause when times get bad
See me and with the mags
On fags (bitch)
I gotta
you got the boot
And hurry up it
I'm trying to catch prostitute (I got ten)

I'm the that spotted ya
Spit hot at ya
Rip your
Saw you backstage and at ya
And kill
You can go on
And spin your group name 25 in one song
I'll still about you
Hip hop is off without you
Blowing niggas outta bathrobes
And house shoes
For the of it
I Missy Elliott
give a fuck if her belly gets
In my way, I'm still it
Got verbal tech nine
at you for telling shit
Get dead body off the mic
I'm fuckin it

[Kon
it
Let's a scrub out
around with us and see what happen
We all got guns blappin
Got y'all niggas tracking
Ya, we dump in seashores
Busting DJs over they backs keyboards
up my levels
Your is fruitier than pebbles
Changin you razor back MCs to trebles
up
Kon Artis, quick to smack slut up
Keep a pack of
in case I gotta nutt up
Brigade hold 'em out down
how it's meant to be
You the same shit
Your tape sound like a symphony
say shit to me
It's DP carry your
Talking bitches outta they
Dollars and last
Like that
leave your whack clowns hutless
Watch Defarius come to my
And leave
Whoever said slash rapper and producer
Wouldn't make head twist
Guard grill and your necklace

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

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



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