Luyện nghe bài hát Alkaholik

It's millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go
Niggaz gettin' out is part of my show
Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a wrangler
Triangular, push-up the hillside

Dangle a, by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, look out
a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We not fuckin' around

Stuck in the ground, with a suit in a pine box
With my fresh pressed in a slingshot
So heat box all day in a nigga
And all you see the dick that you shoulda hate

Call it what you wanna it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you really it
gotta put no extras on it

Call it what you wanna it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you want it
gotta put no extras on it

Yo, I'm in the zone and gone
Got the blown, boom, Oklahoma
the aroma, catch those who love me
My underground dirty on dune buggies

I be the type to take watch and flaunt it
Kidnap T.Lewis and Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga till his neck pop
Do a to a "black cop"

X and E's, out for
Get the money, while you stay broker Al Bundy
Uhh, give it to y'all, in any given
With J. Foxx name the spot, it hot

(I hate E so right now)
Blow it down bounce
off the ropes like J.Snooka
Two fly motherfuckers you can't fuck
Backed by bar, so y'all forget it

it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you really it
Ain't put no extras on it

Call it what you wanna it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you really it
Ain't put no extras on it

J McEnroe, cam smashin', party
I eat MCs like a
I'm sockin' niggaz in they
I leave you stiffer than that on my basketball trophies

I'm in the room with 10 G's, ten G's
Cause we need a bag of
(can you it?)
Now we need ten dimes to blow on deez like chimes
Time to close the 'cause you all in mines

I bought a bottle for the session and did not it
Drink so much captain Mo' all I need is a
You took the challenge and lost your balance
You underground, we under water, drinkin' by the gallons

Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin', rushin'
Since I'm too to walk, I rock a party on crutches
And still rush the roughest MC who get it
it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and Xzibit

Catash on the the final piece to the puzzle
I slap on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle
I shuffle the microphone, bang rhymes consistent
You wack and I'm catash and that's the difference

For instance, "21 and over" set clocks back
Still where the rocks at
Two thousand one, we still young guns restless
(Thirty niggaz, hoes)
And that's the guest list

Call it what you call it
I'm a alkaholik
it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no on it

Call it what you wanna it
I'm a fuckin'
Bring it if you want it
Ain't put no extras on it