Luyện nghe bài hát Ali

[MC
I'm in it (okay)
Hit big cash, I'll it witch'all
Win at the bitch, I'm spendin it all (hey)
Leave in my spinnin for y'all
I'm in it for y'all, is (whattup)
My contents have character, plays the
while I'm listenin to amateurs with no (uh-uhh)
Compared to my
You're more or less recycled, career's on
it comin though
If there's anyone or anybody potent enough, I wanna know
Gorilla, and I'm iller, a fifth of
and Belve', a big bagger killer
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 One: MC
Hey where you it from, I want.. {one too}
Oh you got of those, I got.. {one too}
You got a broad, I got.. {one too}
And I'm drivin a that get..
Oh you got one rolled, I got.. {one
And a fat bank roll, I got.. {one
You got a house on the hills, I got.. too}
And I'm a Benz that get..

[MC
Uhh, nothin but that Cuervo Gold and cold
Plug with them esse's that live in
Yeah, put it in your bubble nigga, I'm on ya
Shake them haters off as soon as 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 Ones, Detroit scum blow (cuatro cincos!)
If you want it, IF got it, the gettin is
The thing movin like a brick in the hood
I'm wishin you would out the club
your slack (NIGGA) we can rumble out in floods
We fuck by choice but when we can
I'm with the mic, but I'm nice with my hands
I ain't for bangin, unless the ass
My last name Kelly, but give me brain bitch, c'mon

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

This is high that bang within block range
Nothin but blood flow in my hot veins
My shot aim with the ain't the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" came to you
Let's get to The Source with all I need black
Cause 5 together, only makes feedback
I'm what every rapper +dread+ like
Snatch a rapper out his Timbs stems on weed sacks
(He's back!) Bitch, I never
Every has been Proof to the fact that I'm evidence
that co-co locos
The flame slow flow where the blow and they roll 'dro
My tendencies to spit, end MC's real
Pass they Hennessy sips, get ripped
The penalty in vially, your memory
The energy is wild, I'm foul
The entity now, howls instead of
Already raw, cookin for shook ones to set 'em down
Don't about my record sales
(I know this ain't the same Proof in D12!)
Damn skippy, my swiftly grab a mic
Any man gifted stand with it, battle night
Soon as I get in the booth, spittin the
This ain't for the Billboards, is strictly for you

[Chorus