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
Motherfucker stab you in your throat a icepick
Shoot you in the face with a gun
I do to bring you to the conrete I'ma do it, you heard?
My motherfuckin nigga A, it's the closin of the album
I you nigga, for never bein a bitch
For never bein a bitch-ass nigga starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you back to the game
Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin
doin mixtapes and comin back
Lyin 'til y'all caught with and comin back
Keep back baby, you in the top five man
niggaz pay The Source for mics man
Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga from the
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 in the mess halls of Elmyra
Bodies get caught, spells is higher
Why talk if you ain't through hell's fire
All-nighters, attire
In car get new cars you and your mans
Young messiah, back bottom for hire
I am what the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, coast to cyphers
I do for them grown men in diapers that don't like us
Though, the nicest, sendin kites to Riker's is priceless
Reminiscin on past fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung from crisis
Never ran, I amongst the righteous
AZ-Q, denimy 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 old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, army jacket
Fitted cap on backwards with them from Flatbush
Bravehearted, fuck if they say it
We the largest, we invade regardless
to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford
It's to explain my artwork
One for the haters, two for the and the raiders
I know dudes who eat your with a razor
major, barbaric, brutal behavior
Called addict, I talk about the jewelry
My respect is for the DL connects
And the that came through and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys play with the best
It's no regrets, dead broke and raised in the 'jects
I'm a vet, Comstock callin collect
Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and
Claimin he stressed did a 3 facin the stress
I'm like this ain't 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 flesh
You the deal, I pray they process your appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the
And I'ma 'til the gas run out
Either or a wrap 'til a smash come out
We them real