Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another interlude
You know it's Animal the Bully nigga, MTB
You how I do it the way I do it when I do it the way I do it
stab you in your throat with a icepick
Shoot you in the face with a gun
Whatever I do to bring you to the I'ma do it, you heard?
My nigga A, it's the closin of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for never bein a
For never a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, you comin back to the game
Go God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back
Niggaz doin and comin back
'til y'all caught with guns and comin back
Keep comin back baby, you in the top man
Y'all pay The Source for mics man
Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga 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 like the
We war like in the mess of Elmyra
Bodies get caught, predicate spells is
Why talk if you walk through hell's fire
All-nighters, attire
In car get new cars you and your admire
messiah, back bottom guns for hire
I am that what the rap contracts
Ghostwriter, coast to cyphers
I do this for them grown men in diapers that don't us
Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to is priceless
Reminiscin on past life with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung financial crisis
Never ran, I amongst the righteous
AZ-Q, denimy V suits
His, arson is lethal, only his people so
Just ask it the closed casket
Coke or the dope I'm back on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, army fatigue
Fitted cap on backwards with them from Flatbush
Bravehearted, if they say squash it
We remain the largest, we regardless
to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford
It's hard to explain my
One for the haters, two for the and the raiders
I know who eat your food with a razor
It's major, barbaric, behavior
addict, I talk about the jewelry later
My respect is for the DL connects
And the crews that came through and arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only with the best
no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the 'jects
I'm a vet, Comstock callin collect
Sayin he left the box hot annoyed and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 facin the stress
I'm like this ain't 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 the deal, I pray they process your appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the
And I'ma drive the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap 'til a come out
We them real