Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another interlude
You know it's Animal the 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 with a
Shoot you in the with a beebee gun
I do to bring 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 bein a
For never bein a nigga {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the
Go findin God and comin back, keep shot and comin back
doin mixtapes and comin back
Lyin 'til y'all with guns 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 from the streets
I respect you man, close it out this, 2-double-oh-5
Fuck the world, you heard, say up A.W.O.L. take it

I am one of the flyest, is like the Al'Qaeda's
We war like in the mess of Elmyra
Bodies get caught, predicate is higher
Why if you ain't walk through hell's fire
All-nighters, attire
In car get new cars you and your admire
Young messiah, back bottom guns for
I am what the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, to coast cyphers
I do for them grown men in diapers that don't like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to is priceless
Reminiscin on past life fights Cypress
lifeless, sprung from financial crisis
Never ran, I amongst 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 jacket
Fitted cap on backwards with them cats Flatbush
Bravehearted, if they say squash it
We remain the largest, we regardless
Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from
It's hard to explain my
One for the haters, two for the and the raiders
I know dudes who eat your with a razor
It's major, barbaric, behavior
Called addict, I talk about the jewelry
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, cousin Comstock collect
Sayin he just left the box hot and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 facin the stress
I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin death
So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang the rest
Cause in reality they just incarcerated your
You know the deal, I pray they process appeal
Cause on the real, I got my hands on the wheel
And I'ma 'til the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap a smash come out
We real niggaz