Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's interlude motherfucker
You know it's 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 your throat with a
Shoot you in the with a beebee gun
Whatever I do to you to the conrete I'ma do it, you heard?
My motherfuckin nigga A, the closin of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for never a bitch
For never bein a bitch-ass {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the
Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin
Niggaz doin mixtapes and back
Lyin 'til y'all with guns and comin back
Keep back baby, you in the top five man
Y'all niggaz pay The for mics man
Cause you don't know how to be an original from the streets
I respect you man, it out like this, 2-double-oh-5
Fuck the world, you heard, say up A.W.O.L. take it

I am one of the flyest, crew is the Al'Qaeda's
We war like in the mess halls of
Bodies get caught, predicate spells is
Why talk if you ain't through hell's fire
All-nighters, upscale
In car get new cars you and your admire
messiah, back bottom guns for hire
I am that what the rap require
Ghostwriter, coast to cyphers
I do this for them grown men in diapers that don't us
Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to is priceless
on past life fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung from crisis
ran, I stand amongst the righteous
AZ-Q, dark V suits
His, arson is lethal, pardon his people so
Just ask it open the casket
Coke or the acid I'm back on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, army fatigue
Fitted cap on backwards them cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted, fuck if say squash it
We remain the largest, we invade
Trains to Spofford insane with a from Hartford
hard to explain my artwork
One for the haters, two for the and the raiders
I know dudes who eat your food a razor
It's major, barbaric, brutal
Called addict, I talk the jewelry later
My respect is for the DL connects
And the crews that came through and left arise well
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 still the stress
I'm like look this ain't the vote and you facin your death
So save your breath, tie your up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality they incarcerated your flesh
You know the deal, I pray process your appeal
Cause on the real, I got my hands on the wheel
And I'ma drive the gas run out
Either crash or a 'til a smash come out
We them niggaz