Luyện nghe bài hát All Black

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Yo once again the big l, that kid who got much props
From corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots
So don't to this, cause I got a live crew
You might be big but they make coffins yo' size too
I was taught wise, I'm known to 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 g just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where lp cold stood
Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go
I'm not the to take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the out
Me being a virgin, that's
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 holes in his ass than swiss cheese

big l (repeat 2x)

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

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I steal like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief
Or catch a shot to your domepiece
I warn, I got it goin on, word is bond
Ducks be gettin off platforms like p.m. dawn
I'm catchin bodies like a villain's to
And I squeeze triggers, not just on but hoes too
So don't try to test me, cause I can't test-es
Fuck around, introduce 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 roll with scary crews, I out of wars barely bruised
I'm puttin on the daily news
I was a gangsta the git-go
Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on big toe

2x

l]
Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed
And I'm known to milk freaks and hit em on silk
No can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I'm to put a slug in a fag brain
I be placin snitches inside and ditches
And if I catch aids, then start rapin bitches
I'm all about papes kid
I killed my with a shovel just like norman bates did
My old man in the past, stuck me up a mask
his ass cold dashed with my cash fast
Fifty g's is what the stole; so the next day
Knocked on his and shot his granny through the peephole
That's the type of I'm on, word is bond
Got it goin on, from the of dawns to the early morn'
You know my style I'm wild, straight out of harlem pal
It's big l, the problem child

2x

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This out to all y'all bitch-ass niggaz
So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't with me
Cause I a good way to get your family together
And I ain't talkin bout a motherfucker
Yo, I'm bout to out, but before I go
I gotta say to the nfl crew, you know who you are
And all y'all niggaz talkin 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 this
So all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready
Hahahaha!