Luyện nghe bài hát All Black

l]
Yo once it's the big l, that kid who got much props
From killin corrupt cops, motherfuckin buck shots
So step to this, cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' too
I was taught wise, I'm known to guys
ain't cali, it's harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can me, tax me or wax me
If you want me to write you raps g just ask me
Cause on the shelf is your lp cold stood
Because it was no good, that shit even go wood
I'm not the type to take sluts out, I fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, break the fuck out
Me being a virgin, idiotic
Cause if big l got the aids every in the city got it
a nigga tried to stick me for six g's
And I put more in his ass than swiss cheese

big l (repeat 2x)

(ducks scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or i'ma have your family in all black

l]
I steal lives like a stone thief, so me alone chief
Or catch a shot to your domepiece
I must warn, I got it goin on, is bond
Ducks be gettin thrown off like p.m. dawn
I'm bodies like a villain's supposed to
And I squeeze triggers, not just on but hoes too
So don't try to me, cause I can't stand test-es
Fuck around, I'll you to your ancestors
Step to and get left with a face full of tears, pal
But man you've been for years now
And made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec
In the shower's the time you get your dick wet
I with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised
I'm puttin motherfuckers on the daily
I was a from the git-go
Leavin fags in bodybags with on they big toe

2x

l]
Yo ever since I was young, I ripped and I killed beats
And I'm to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets
No dame can me a bad name, I got mad fame
I'm quick to put a in a fag brain
I be placin inside lakes and ditches
And if I catch aids, then i'ma rapin bitches
I'm all makin papes kid
I killed my with a shovel just like norman bates did
My old man in the past, stuck me up a mask
Then his ass cold with my cash fast
Fifty g's is what the creep so the next day
on his door and shot his granny through the peephole
That's the of shit I'm on, word is bond
Got it goin on, from the break of to the early morn'
You know my style I'm wild, comin out of harlem pal
big l, the motherfuckin problem child

2x

l]
This goes out to all bitch-ass niggaz
So if your mother ain't for a funeral, don't fuck with me
Cause I know a good way to get your together
And I ain't talkin bout a reunion
Yo, I'm bout to sign out, but I go
I gotta say to the nfl crew, you know who you are
And all niggaz talkin that gun shit
And won't bust a rhyme, stop the funk!
Word, I'm bout to get up out of
Yo I'm out b, yo man
I gotta get money
So all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready
Hahahaha!