Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Reasons

You wish you could bear me black
D12 standing
No planning
Def methods, we got a in that
Whoever run this
You get a knee cap
Make the healthy get
And fam handicapped
You a fan of rap
My clan
school, home, your bitch house
Pull my nine
You die with your fist out
I'm him an his
It's over
is this
cobra
Drunken dialect agressive
bitch
My bionic demonish atlonics
Demonic is chronic
Impossible to hold down vomit
I palm it
You to bomb it
Like that's Islamic
I enter your atmosphere a comet
The new god of rap
Call me nigga
Snap back
When I your ass in a figure four
From around they can feel it's lethal
I hardcore groups like Wu Tang
Look like the People (fags)
No
The let the senistal
Abort your mind and kill your inner child

It's been a
you bitch niggas heard of me
'cause the six months
I been doing
But now I'm on some shit
Niggas duck quick
You don't who you're fucking with
I'll leave you niggas
Seeing me and Bugz in the blue hummer
You a bitch, scared to shoot Lindsay Hunter
Don't need to be a
'cause I'm to illmatic
I'll probably poison my
flowers in the alley
Fuck your anorexic it
a Lexus
I'm doing on __ BMX's

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

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

[Kon
it
Let's have a out
around with us and see what happen
We all got them guns
Got y'all niggas back
Ya, we bodies in seashores
Busting DJs over they with keyboards
up my levels
Your crew is than pebbles
Changin you razor MCs to running trebles
up
Kon Artis, quick to smack slut up
a pack of rubbers
Just in I gotta nutt up
Brigade style hold 'em out
That's how it's to be
You the same shit
Your tape sound like a symphony
say shit to me
It's DP carry your
Talking outta they panties
Dollars and last
Like horsemen
I'll leave your whack hutless
Watch Defarius to my show
And dreadless
Whoever this slash rapper and producer
make your head twist
Guard grill and your necklace

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

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



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