Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Reasons

You wish you could bear me black
D12 back
No planning
Def methods, we got a in that
Whoever run this
You get a knee cap
the healthy get sick
And your fam
You a fan of rap
My attack
Your school, home, your bitch
my nine milli
You gon' die your fist out
I'm him an his
over with
Venom is
spit
Drunken with agressive
Sober
My bionic fires demonish
is tainted chronic
Impossible to hold down vomit
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 they can feel it's lethal
I make hardcore groups Wu Tang
like the Village People (fags)
No
The let the senistal
Abort your mind state and kill inner child

It's a while
Since you niggas heard of me
the last six months
I doing R'n'B
But now I'm on some shit
Niggas better duck
You know who you're fucking with
I'll you niggas breathless
Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue
You a bitch, scared to shoot Lindsay Hunter
need to be a father
'cause I'm just to
I'll poison my kids
Like flowers in the
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 she took me to my P.O.
rollin' ceelo
I'm down to a
Lost a g' rollin' dice at that punk ass
But fuck it (shit) when times get bad
See me and with the mags
On unsuspecting (bitch)
I shoot
Bitch you got the
And hurry up it
I'm to catch this prostitute (I got ten)

I'm the nigga that ya
Spit hot at ya
Rip your
Saw you and shot at ya
And kill
You can go on
And spin group name 25 times in one song
I'll write about you
Hip hop is off without you
Blowing niggas outta they
And house shoes
For the of it
I fuck Elliott
Don't give a fuck if her gets
In my way, I'm still it
Got this verbal tech
Spitting at you for shit
Get this body off the mic
I'm fuckin it

[Kon
it
Let's have a out
Fuck around with us and see happen
We all got them blappin
Got y'all back tracking
Ya, we dump in seashores
Busting DJs over they with 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 pack of
Just in case I nutt up
style hold 'em out down
That's how it's to be
You kick the same
Your whole tape like a symphony
say shit to me
It's DP your daughter
Talking bitches outta panties
Dollars and last
Like horsemen
I'll leave whack clowns hutless
Watch come to my show
And leave
Whoever said this rapper and producer
Wouldn't your head twist
your grill and your necklace

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

yeah bitch (what what)
We'll bring it to your
We'll bring it to crew
Any of
Die
fuck with Dirty Dozen
Dirty



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