Luyện nghe bài hát Aim 4 The Head

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
'em now, watch 'em now*
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Let them know you ain't playin with 'em

Shit real, I know how a whole brick feel
Big deal, hit the and switch wheels
My real, with the menage and tip drills
Give me a massage, then show me how lips feel
I'm shinin cause I'm clinin on the strip
And I steel, still keep the clip steel
I spit real, everything I spit ill
Everything sick, for real
When switch, ain't shit changed
Like Rick James, I'm rich
Get change, big chain and wrist
I'm game, I'ma make cake like this quick
My album went gold in a month, that was a quick
Don't say bitch, 'cause niggaz with the lip bit
Aint one in the gun, it go click click
Then I'm gon'switch clips and squeeze toothpaste
over my forearm so I could shoot straight

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Let lames know you ain't playin with 'em

My objective is to live lavish, rip mad
Jin out like Swiss ad libs
Compared to me, your shit's average, no matter how you
Should've been spit on volume one, tell your it's time
Throw in the towel, you
Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you
It's a wrap, your can not be saved
Fuck makin a comeback, you Flavor Flav
Before my dropped, I rocked show for G's
trees, while I'm tourin overseas
Flew to PR, won a quick G's
And I'm poppin up on Smack DVD's
Aint got no platinum plaques for records
But if eatin was sales, I'm seven times gold
to blow, get set for detonation
Speakin on behalf of the next

Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them know you ain't playin with 'em

No matter what they spit, I ain't convinced
Not at all, your brains over the window, make it look you got red tints
Hope GT got a bulletproof F-R-O-N-T
Pop with them slugs and give a fuck about Bentley
You a punk and I'm a boy
It's the U Cheeks and I ain't talkin that nigga from the Lost Boys
The was too big, you had to see the fall
You had to see havin it all was just a casualty of war
I got keys like a cord when I'm a sword
I could bring you the law, got them on the fog
We the best and I ain't got to spit a
'Cause I do situps all over the track when crunchtime
Fuck this rap shit, I've realer, you got thin scrilla
put this machette through the side of your chin chilla
Black with the matchin fitted
Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames you ain't playin with 'em (2X)