Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another interlude
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
Motherfucker stab you in throat with a icepick
Shoot you in the face a beebee gun
Whatever I do to you to the conrete I'ma do it, you heard?
My motherfuckin nigga A, it's the of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for bein a bitch
For never bein a bitch-ass nigga {*music
Cryin, retirin, sayin you back to the game
Go findin God and comin back, gettin shot and comin back
Niggaz mixtapes and comin back
Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and back
comin back baby, you in the top five man
Y'all niggaz pay The Source for 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 what's up A.W.O.L. 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 if you ain't 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, coast to coast
I do this for grown men in diapers that don't like us
Though, the nicest, sendin kites to Riker's 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, arson is lethal, pardon his people so
Just ask it the closed casket
Coke or the dope I'm back on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, fatigue 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 Hartford
hard to explain my artwork
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 about the jewelry
My is for the DL cartel connects
And the crews that came through and left well effect
Finesse, big boys only play the best
It's no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin
Sayin he just left the box hot and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 still facin the
I'm like look this the vote and you ain't facin your death
So your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality just incarcerated your flesh
You know the deal, I pray they process appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my on the wheel
And I'ma drive the gas run out
Either crash or a 'til a smash come out
We them real