Luyện nghe bài hát Ali

[MC
I'm in it (okay)
Hit big cash, spend it witch'all
Win at the bitch, I'm spendin it all (hey)
Leave in my Spreewells for y'all
I'm in it for y'all, is (whattup)
My contents have character, plays the
while I'm listenin to amateurs no stamina (uh-uhh)
Compared to my
You're or less recycled, career's on idle
it comin though
If anyone or anybody that's potent enough, I wanna know
Gorilla, and I'm iller, than a of
Hennessy and Belve', a big bagger
Popcorn popper, won't stop 'til I cop
trees to get the world fucked up
I'm out of M-I, so I say "Whatupdoe"
niggaz put it on the flow

[Chorus MC Breed]
Hey you gettin it from, I want.. {one too}
Oh you got some of those, I got.. too}
You got a fine-ass broad, I got.. too}
And I'm drivin a that get..
Oh you got one rolled, I got.. too}
And a fat roll, I got.. {one too}
You got a on the hills, I got.. {one too}
And I'm drivin a that get..

[MC
Uhh, but that Cuervo Gold and cold Coronas
Plug with them esse's that in Arizona
Yeah, put it in your nigga, know I'm on ya
them haters off as soon as they get on ya
Popcorn, all through my
All I do is chief, it's for me to let go

Tecs blow like Del Rio - from the
of Air Force Ones, Detroit blow (cuatro cincos!)
If you want it, IF got it, the is good
The best movin like a brick in the hood
I'm wishin you would out the club
Fuck your (NIGGA) we can rumble out in floods
We fuck by choice but fight we can
I'm good the mic, but I'm nice with my hands
I ain't for bangin, the ass hangin
My last name ain't Kelly, but give me brain bitch,

[Chorus Two:
The name of my is D.. {one-two}
You got pills in your pocket, I want.. {one too}
You got a knock boy, I got.. {one too}
And I'm ballin on y'all like is..
You got a Tab in your hand, I got.. {one
You got a gun on your waist, I got.. too}
You got a on your wrist, I want.. {one too}
And I'm my heat to get..

This is octane that bang within block range
Nothin but cold flow in my hot veins
My aim with the pistol ain't the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" came to you
get to The Source with mics all I need black
Cause 5 mics together, only makes
I'm what every rapper like beeswax
Snatch a rapper out his Timbs stems on weed sacks
(He's back!) Bitch, I left
Every step has Proof to the fact that I'm evidence
that co-co locos
The flame flow where the snow blow and they roll 'dro
My to spit, end MC's real quick
Pass they Hennessy sips, get ripped
The penalty in vially, memory dissolve
The is wild, mentally I'm foul
The entity now, howls of growl
Already raw, cookin lookin for ones to set 'em down
Don't about my record sales
(I this ain't the same Proof that's in D12!)
Damn skippy, my hands grab a mic
Any man gifted stand with it, it's night
Soon as I get in the booth, the truth
ain't for the Billboards, this is strictly for you

[Chorus