Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another motherfucker
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 your with a icepick
Shoot you in the with a beebee 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 you nigga, for never bein a bitch
For never bein a bitch-ass nigga {*music
Cryin, retirin, you comin back to the game
Go findin God and comin back, keep shot and comin back
doin mixtapes and comin back
Lyin 'til y'all caught with and comin back
comin back baby, you in the top five man
Y'all niggaz pay The Source for man
you don't know how to be an original nigga 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 like the
We war like in the mess 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 your admire
Young messiah, bottom guns for hire
I am what the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, coast to coast
I do this for them grown men in diapers don't like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to is priceless
Reminiscin on past fights with Cypress
lifeless, sprung from financial crisis
Never ran, I stand amongst the
AZ-Q, dark denimy V
His, arson is lethal, pardon his people so
Just ask it the closed casket
Coke or the dope acid I'm on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, army fatigue
Fitted cap on backwards with cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted, fuck if they say it
We the largest, we invade regardless
Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from
It's hard to explain my
One for the haters, two for the true and the
I know dudes who eat your with a razor
It's major, barbaric, brutal
Called addict, I talk the jewelry later
My respect is for the DL cartel
And the crews came through and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only with the best
no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin
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 facin your death
So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang the rest
Cause in they just incarcerated your flesh
You know the deal, I they 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 wrap a smash come out
We real niggaz