Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

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

I am one of the flyest, is like the Al'Qaeda's
We war in the mess halls of Elmyra
Bodies get caught, predicate spells is
Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's
All-nighters, attire
In car get new you and your mans admire
messiah, back bottom guns for hire
I am that the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, coast to coast
I do this for them grown men in diapers don't like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to is priceless
Reminiscin on past fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung from financial
ran, I stand amongst the righteous
AZ-Q, denimy V suits
His, arson is lethal, only pardon his so
Just ask it open the closed
Coke or the dope acid I'm back on that old shit
Got my ratchets, fatigue jacket
Fitted cap on backwards with them cats Flatbush
Bravehearted, fuck if they say it
We remain the largest, we regardless
Trains to insane with a brain from Hartford
hard to explain my artwork
One for the haters, two for the true and the
I know dudes who eat your food with a
It's major, barbaric, brutal
Called addict, I talk about the later
My is for the DL cartel connects
And the crews that came and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only play with the
It's no regrets, bein dead and raised in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock collect
Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and
Claimin he stressed did a 3 still the stress
I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin death
So save breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality they just incarcerated flesh
You know the deal, I they process your appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the
And I'ma 'til the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap a smash come out
We them niggaz