Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another 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 your with a icepick
you in the face with a beebee 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 never a bitch
For bein a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin to the game
Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin and comin back
Niggaz mixtapes and comin back
Lyin 'til caught with guns and comin back
comin back baby, you in the top five man
Y'all pay The Source for mics man
Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga from the
I you man, close 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 halls of Elmyra
get caught, predicate spells is higher
Why talk if you walk through hell's fire
All-nighters, attire
In car get new cars you and mans admire
Young messiah, back guns for hire
I am that what the rap contracts
Ghostwriter, coast to cyphers
I do this for them grown men in diapers that like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin to Riker's is priceless
Reminiscin on past life fights with
Hung lifeless, sprung from crisis
ran, I stand amongst the righteous
AZ-Q, dark denimy V
His, arson is lethal, only pardon his so
Just ask it the closed casket
or the dope acid I'm back on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, fatigue jacket
cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted, fuck if say squash it
We remain the largest, we invade
Trains to Spofford with a brain from Hartford
It's hard to my artwork
One for the haters, two for the true and the
I know dudes who eat your with a razor
major, barbaric, brutal behavior
Called addict, I about the jewelry later
My respect is for the DL connects
And the crews that came and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only play the best
It's no regrets, bein broke and raised in the 'jects
I'm a vet, Comstock callin collect
Sayin he left the box hot annoyed and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 facin the stress
I'm like look this ain't the vote and you facin your death
So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the
Cause in reality they just incarcerated your
You know the deal, I pray process your appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the
And drive 'til the gas run out
Either or a wrap 'til a smash come out
We them real