Luyện nghe bài hát Alkaholik

It's that millenium flow, I never let go
Niggaz gettin' knocked out is of my show
Let 'em know who fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler
Triangular, the hillside strangler

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

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

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

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

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

I be the type to take watch and flaunt it
T.Lewis and Jimmy 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 than Al Bundy
Uhh, give it to y'all, in any given
With J. Foxx name the spot, it hot

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

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

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

J McEnroe, cam smashin', crashin'
I eat MCs like a
I'm sockin' in they goatees
I leave you than that fool on my basketball trophies

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

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

Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin', head
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 the motherfuckin' difference

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

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

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