Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Reasons

You that you could bear me black
D12 back
No planning
Def methods, we got a hand in
Whoever run this
You get a knee cap
the healthy get sick
And fam handicapped
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
It's with
is this
cobra
dialect with agressive
Sober
My bionic fires demonish
Demonic is chronic
Impossible to hold down like
Mics I it
You stay to it
Like tourists that's
I enter your atmosphere a comet
The new god of rap
Call me nigga
Snap back
When I slap ass in a figure four
From miles around they can feel lethal
I make hardcore groups Wu Tang
Look the Village People (fags)
No
The general let the
Abort mind state and kill your inner child

It's a while
Since you bitch heard of me
the last six months
I doing R'n'B
But now I'm on sick shit
Niggas better quick
You don't know who fucking with
I'll leave you breathless
Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue
You a bitch, scared to shoot Lindsay Hunter
Don't to be a father
'cause I'm just to
I'll poison my kids
Like in the alley
Fuck your anorexic it
Fuck a
I'm doing drivebys on __

I know a girl who said she's
And her is a Leo
Bugzy her in a Regal
And then she me to my P.O.
rollin' ceelo
I'm to a c-note
Lost a g' rollin' at that punk ass casino
But fuck it (shit) when times get bad
See me and drag with the
On fags (bitch)
I shoot
you got the boot
And hurry up it
I'm trying to catch this (I got ten)

I'm the that spotted ya
Spit hot at ya
Rip Nautica
Saw you backstage and at ya
And subliminally
You can go on
And spin your group name 25 in one song
still write about you
Hip hop is off without you
Blowing niggas outta bathrobes
And funky shoes
For the of it
I fuck Missy
Don't a fuck if her belly gets
In my way, I'm still it
Got this verbal nine
at you for telling shit
Get this dead off the mic
I'm smelling it

[Kon
it
Let's a scrub out
around with us and see what happen
We all got them guns
Got y'all niggas back
Ya, we dump bodies in
Busting DJs over backs with keyboards
up my levels
Your crew is fruitier pebbles
Changin you razor MCs to running trebles
up
Kon Artis, quick to smack your up
a pack of rubbers
Just in case I gotta up
Brigade style hold 'em out
how it's meant to be
You kick the shit
Your whole tape sound a symphony
Don't say to me
It's DP your daughter
Talking outta they panties
and last quarters
Like horsemen
I'll leave your clowns hutless
Defarius come to my show
And dreadless
Whoever said this slash and producer
Wouldn't make head twist
Guard your grill and necklace

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

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



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