Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's interlude motherfucker
You know Animal the Mixtape Bully nigga, MTB
You know how I do it the way I do it I do it the way I do it
Motherfucker stab you in throat with a icepick
Shoot you in the face with a gun
Whatever I do to bring you to the I'ma do it, you heard?
My motherfuckin A, it's the closin of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for bein a bitch
For never bein a bitch-ass nigga starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the
Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and back
doin mixtapes and comin back
Lyin 'til caught with guns and comin back
Keep comin back baby, you in the top man
Y'all pay The Source for mics man
Cause you don't know how to be an original from the streets
I respect you man, close it out like this,
Fuck the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. it

I am one of the flyest, is like the Al'Qaeda's
We war like in the halls of Elmyra
Bodies get caught, predicate is higher
Why if you ain't walk through hell's fire
All-nighters, upscale
In car get new cars you and mans admire
Young messiah, back bottom for hire
I am what the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, to coast cyphers
I do this for them men in diapers that don't like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to Riker's is
on past life fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung financial crisis
Never ran, I stand the righteous
AZ-Q, dark V suits
His, is lethal, only pardon his people so
ask it open the closed casket
Coke or the dope acid I'm back on that old Shaft
Got my ratchets, army fatigue
Fitted cap on with them cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted, fuck if say squash it
We remain the largest, we invade
Trains to Spofford insane with a brain Hartford
hard to explain my artwork
One for the haters, two for the true and the
I know dudes who eat your with a razor
It's major, barbaric, behavior
addict, I talk about the jewelry later
My is for the DL cartel connects
And the crews that came and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only with the best
It's no regrets, bein dead and raised in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin
Sayin he just left the box hot and depressed
he stressed did a 3 still facin the stress
I'm like look this the vote and you ain't facin your death
So save breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality they just incarcerated your
You know the deal, I pray they process appeal
on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel
And I'ma 'til the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap 'til a smash out
We them niggaz