Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another motherfucker
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 nigga
I salute you nigga, for bein a bitch
For never a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the
Go God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back
Niggaz doin mixtapes and comin
Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and back
Keep back baby, you in the top five man
Y'all niggaz pay The for mics man
Cause you don't how to be an original nigga from the streets
I you man, close it out like this, 2-double-oh-5
Fuck the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. it

I am one of the flyest, crew is like the
We war like in the mess of Elmyra
get caught, predicate spells is higher
Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's
All-nighters, upscale
In car get new cars you and mans admire
Young messiah, back bottom for hire
I am what the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, coast to coast
I do this for them grown men in diapers that like us
Though, still the nicest, kites to Riker's is priceless
on past life fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung from crisis
Never ran, I amongst the righteous
AZ-Q, dark V suits
His, arson is lethal, 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, fuck if they say it
We remain the largest, we invade
Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from
It's to explain my artwork
One for the haters, two for the true and the
I know dudes who eat food 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 through and left arise well effect
Finesse, big only play with the best
It's no regrets, bein dead broke and in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock collect
Sayin he just left the box hot and depressed
he stressed did a 3 still 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 with the
Cause in reality they just incarcerated your
You the deal, I pray they process your appeal
Cause on the real, I got my hands on the wheel
And drive 'til the gas run out
Either or a wrap 'til a smash come out
We real niggaz