Luyện nghe bài hát A.W.O.L.

It's another interlude
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 you in your throat with a icepick
you in the face with a beebee gun
Whatever I do to bring you to the I'ma do it, you heard?
My motherfuckin A, it's the closin of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for never bein a
For bein a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the
Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin and comin back
doin mixtapes and comin back
Lyin 'til y'all with guns and comin back
Keep comin baby, you in the top five man
Y'all pay The Source for mics man
Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga from the
I respect you man, close it out like this,
Fuck the world, you heard, say up A.W.O.L. take it

I am one of the flyest, is like the Al'Qaeda's
We war like in the mess halls of
Bodies get caught, predicate is higher
Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's
All-nighters, upscale
In car get new cars you and mans admire
Young messiah, back guns for hire
I am that what the rap contracts
Ghostwriter, coast to coast
I do this for grown men in diapers that don't like us
Though, still the nicest, kites to Riker's is priceless
on past life fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung from crisis
Never ran, I stand the righteous
AZ-Q, dark V suits
His, is lethal, only pardon his people so
ask it open the closed casket
Coke or the dope acid I'm back on that old Shaft
Got my ratchets, army jacket
Fitted cap on backwards them cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted, fuck if say squash it
We remain the largest, we regardless
Trains to insane with a brain from Hartford
It's hard to explain my
One for the haters, two for the and the raiders
I know dudes who eat food with a razor
It's major, barbaric, brutal
Called addict, I talk the jewelry later
My respect is for the DL cartel
And the that came through and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys play with the best
It's no regrets, bein dead broke and in the 'jects
I'm a vet, Comstock callin collect
Sayin he just 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 save your breath, tie your boots up and bang the rest
Cause in they just incarcerated your flesh
You know the deal, I pray process your appeal
Cause on the real, I got my hands on the wheel
And drive 'til the gas run out
Either or a wrap 'til a smash come out
We them real