Luyện nghe bài hát All Black

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

big l (repeat 2x)

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

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I steal like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief
Or catch a buck shot to your
I must warn, I got it on, word is bond
Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms p.m. dawn
I'm catchin like a villain's supposed to
And I squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but too
So don't try to test me, cause I stand test-es
Fuck around, I'll introduce you to your
Step to this and get left a face full of tears, pal
But man you've been rappin for now
And ain't made a hit yet, you in a split sec
In the shower's the only you get your dick wet
I roll scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised
I'm puttin motherfuckers on the daily
I was a gangsta from the
Leavin fags in bodybags with on they big toe

2x

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Yo ever I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats
And I'm known to freaks and hit em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad
I'm to put a slug in a fag brain
I be placin snitches inside and ditches
And if I catch aids, i'ma start rapin bitches
I'm all about papes kid
I killed my mother with a just like norman bates did
My old man in the past, stuck me up a mask
Then his ass cold dashed with my 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 straight out of pal
big l, the motherfuckin problem child

2x

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