Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another motherfucker
You know it's Animal the 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 throat with a
you in the face with a beebee gun
Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete I'ma do it, you
My motherfuckin nigga A, it's the of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for never a bitch
For never a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you back to the game
Go God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back
Niggaz doin mixtapes and back
Lyin 'til y'all with guns and comin 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 nigga from the streets
I respect you man, close it out like this,
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 halls of Elmyra
get caught, predicate spells is higher
Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's
All-nighters, attire
In car get new you and your mans admire
Young messiah, bottom guns for hire
I am that 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, kites to Riker's is priceless
Reminiscin on past fights with 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 open the closed
Coke or the acid I'm back on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, army jacket
Fitted cap on backwards with cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted, fuck if say squash it
We the largest, we invade regardless
Trains to insane with a brain from Hartford
It's to explain my artwork
One for the haters, two for the true and the
I know who eat your food with a razor
It's major, barbaric, brutal
Called addict, I about the jewelry later
My respect is for the DL connects
And the crews that came and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys play with 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 annoyed and
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 boots up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality they incarcerated your flesh
You the deal, I pray they process your appeal
Cause on the real, I got my hands on the wheel
And I'ma 'til the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap a smash come out
We them niggaz