Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Reasons

You wish that you could me black
D12 standing
No planning
Def methods, we got a in that
Whoever run shit
You get a knee cap
Make the get sick
And fam handicapped
You a fan of rap
My attack
Your school, home, your bitch
Pull my nine
You gon' die with your out
I'm him an his
It's over
Venom is
spit
Drunken dialect with
Sober
My bionic fires atlonics
is tainted chronic
Impossible to hold down vomit
I palm it
You to bomb it
Like tourists that's
I enter atmosphere like a comet
The new god of rap
Call me Thor
Snap your
When I slap your ass in a four
miles around they can feel it's lethal
I make hardcore groups like Wu
Look like the People (fags)
No
The let the senistal
Abort mind state and kill your inner child

It's been a
Since you bitch niggas of me
'cause the six months
I doing R'n'B
But now I'm on sick shit
Niggas better quick
You don't who you're fucking with
I'll leave you breathless
Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue
You a bitch, scared to like Lindsay Hunter
need to be a father
'cause I'm to illmatic
I'll probably my kids
Like in the alley
your anorexic neglects it
Fuck a
I'm doing on __ BMX's

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

I'm the that spotted ya
Spit 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 about you
Hip hop is off without you
Blowing niggas they bathrobes
And funky house
For the of it
I fuck Missy
Don't give a fuck if her gets
In my way, I'm still it
Got this verbal nine
at you for telling shit
Get this body off the mic
I'm smelling it

Artis]
it
Let's have a out
Fuck around us and see what happen
We all got them guns
Got niggas back tracking
Ya, we bodies in seashores
Busting DJs over they backs keyboards
Turn up my
Your crew is fruitier than
Changin you back MCs to running trebles
up
Kon Artis, quick to your slut up
Keep a of rubbers
Just in I gotta nutt up
style hold 'em out down
That's how meant to be
You kick the shit
Your whole tape like a symphony
say shit to me
It's DP carry your
Talking bitches outta they
Dollars and last
Like horsemen
I'll leave whack clowns hutless
Watch Defarius come to my
And leave
Whoever said this slash rapper and
Wouldn't make your twist
Guard your grill and your

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

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



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