Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another interlude
You know it's Animal the Mixtape 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 throat with a icepick
you in the face with a beebee gun
Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete do it, you heard?
My motherfuckin A, it's the closin of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for bein a bitch
For never bein a bitch-ass nigga {*music
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin to the game
Go findin God and comin back, keep shot and comin back
Niggaz mixtapes and comin back
Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and back
Keep comin back baby, you in the top man
Y'all niggaz pay The for mics man
Cause you don't know how to be an nigga from the streets
I respect you man, close it out like this,
the world, you heard, say what's 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, upscale
In car get new you and your mans admire
Young messiah, back guns for hire
I am that what the rap require
Ghostwriter, to coast cyphers
I do this for grown men in diapers that don't like us
Though, still the nicest, kites to Riker's is priceless
Reminiscin on past life fights with
Hung lifeless, sprung financial crisis
ran, I stand amongst the righteous
AZ-Q, dark denimy V
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, fatigue jacket
Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from
Bravehearted, if they say squash it
We the largest, we invade regardless
Trains to Spofford insane a brain from Hartford
It's hard to my artwork
One for the haters, two for the and the raiders
I know dudes who eat food with a razor
major, barbaric, brutal behavior
Called addict, I talk the jewelry later
My is for the DL cartel connects
And the crews that came and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only with the best
It's no regrets, bein broke and raised in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin
he just left the box hot annoyed and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 still the stress
I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin death
So save your breath, tie your up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality they just incarcerated your
You know the deal, I pray they process appeal
on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel
And I'ma drive the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap 'til a come out
We them real