Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Reasons

You wish that you bear me black
D12 standing
No planning
Def methods, we got a in that
Whoever run shit
You get a jammed cap
Make the get sick
And fam handicapped
You a fan of rap
My clan
Your school, home, your house
my nine milli
You die with your fist out
I'm him an his
It's with
is this
cobra
Drunken with agressive
Sober
My fires demonish atlonics
Demonic is chronic
Impossible to hold like vomit
I palm it
You to bomb it
Like tourists Islamic
I enter your like a comet
The new god of rap
Call me nigga
Snap your
When I slap your ass in a 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 and kill your inner child

It's been a
Since you bitch niggas of me
'cause the six months
I been doing
But now I'm on some shit
better duck quick
You don't know who fucking with
I'll you niggas breathless
Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the hummer
You a bitch, to shoot like Lindsay Hunter
Don't to be a father
'cause I'm just to
I'll probably poison my
flowers in the alley
Fuck your neglects it
a Lexus
I'm drivebys on __ BMX's

I know a girl who said she's
And her is a Leo
Bugzy her in a Regal
And she took me to my P.O.
Fuck ceelo
I'm down to a
Lost a g' rollin' at that punk ass casino
But fuck it (shit) 'cause times get bad
See me and with the mags
On unsuspecting (bitch)
I gotta
you got the boot
And up with it
I'm trying to catch this (I got ten)

I'm the that spotted ya
Spit hot at ya
Rip Nautica
Saw you and shot at ya
And subliminally
You can go on
And spin group name 25 times in one song
I'll still write you
Hip hop is better off you
Blowing niggas outta they
And funky house
For the of it
I fuck Missy
Don't give a if her belly gets
In my way, I'm nailing 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
Fuck around with us and see what
We all got them blappin
Got y'all back tracking
Ya, we bodies in seashores
Busting DJs over they with keyboards
up my levels
Your crew is fruitier pebbles
Changin you razor back MCs to running
up
Kon Artis, quick to smack slut up
Keep a of rubbers
in case I gotta nutt up
Brigade style 'em out down
how it's meant to be
You the same shit
Your whole tape sound like a
Don't say to me
It's DP carry your
Talking bitches they panties
Dollars and quarters
Like that
I'll your whack clowns hutless
Watch Defarius come to my
And dreadless
Whoever said this slash and producer
Wouldn't make head twist
Guard your grill and necklace

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

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



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