Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Reasons

You that you could bear me black
D12 standing
No planning
Def methods, we got a in that
run this shit
You get a jammed cap
the healthy get sick
And fam handicapped
You a fan of rap
My attack
Your school, home, your house
Pull my nine
You gon' die with fist out
I'm him an his
It's over
is this
cobra
Drunken dialect with
Sober
My bionic fires demonish
Demonic is tainted
Impossible to hold down vomit
I palm 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 it's lethal
I make hardcore groups like Wu
Look like the Village (fags)
No
The general let the
Abort your mind state and kill your inner

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

I know a who said she's prio
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
a g' rollin' dice at that punk ass casino
But fuck it (shit) when times get bad
See me and drag with the
On unsuspecting (bitch)
I shoot
you got the boot
And up with it
I'm trying to this prostitute (I got ten)

I'm the nigga that 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
I'll write about you
Hip hop is off without you
Blowing niggas outta they
And funky 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 telling
Get this body off the mic
I'm fuckin it

Artis]
it
Let's have a out
around with us and see what happen
We all got them guns
Got niggas back tracking
Ya, we bodies in seashores
Busting DJs over backs with keyboards
Turn up my
Your crew is fruitier pebbles
Changin you razor MCs to running trebles
up
Kon Artis, quick to smack your up
Keep a pack of
in case I gotta nutt up
Brigade hold 'em out down
That's how it's to be
You kick the same
Your tape sound like a symphony
Don't say to me
It's DP carry daughter
Talking bitches they panties
Dollars and last
that horsemen
I'll leave your clowns hutless
Watch Defarius to my show
And leave
said this slash rapper and producer
Wouldn't make head twist
Guard your and your necklace

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



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