Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another interlude
You know Animal the Mixtape Bully nigga, MTB
You know how I do it the way I do it I do it the way I do it
Motherfucker stab you in your with a icepick
Shoot you in the face a beebee gun
Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete I'ma do it, you
My nigga A, it's the closin of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for never bein a
For never bein a bitch-ass nigga starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you back to the game
Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin and comin back
Niggaz mixtapes and comin back
Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and comin
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
the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. take it

I am one of the flyest, crew is like the
We war like in the mess halls of
get caught, predicate spells is higher
Why talk if you ain't 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, coast to cyphers
I do this for them grown men in diapers don't like us
Though, the nicest, sendin kites to Riker's is priceless
Reminiscin on past life with Cypress
Hung lifeless, from financial crisis
ran, I stand 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 shit
Got my ratchets, army fatigue
Fitted cap on backwards with cats from 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 your 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 came through and left arise effect
Finesse, big boys only play the best
It's no regrets, bein dead broke and in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin callin collect
Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and
Claimin he stressed did a 3 facin the stress
I'm like look this ain't the and you ain't facin your death
So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the
Cause in reality they incarcerated your flesh
You know the deal, I pray they your appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my on the wheel
And I'ma 'til the gas run out
Either crash or a 'til a smash come out
We them niggaz