Luyện nghe bài hát All Black

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Yo once again it's the big l, that kid who got props
From killin corrupt cops, with buck shots
So step to this, cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big but make coffins yo' size too
I was taught wise, I'm to extort guys
This ain't cali, it's harlem nigga we do
No one can me, tax me or wax me
If you me to write you some raps g just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where lp cold stood
Because it was no good, that shit even go wood
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 cutie in the got it
a nigga tried to stick me for six g's
And I put more holes in his ass than swiss

big l (repeat 2x)

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

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I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone
Or catch a buck to your domepiece
I must warn, I got it on, word is bond
Ducks be gettin thrown off like 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 can't stand
Fuck around, introduce you to your ancestors
Step to this and get with a face full of tears, pal
But man you've been rappin for now
And ain't a hit yet, you flop in a split sec
In the the only time you get your dick wet
I with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised
I'm puttin motherfuckers on the news
I was a gangsta from the
Leavin fags in bodybags with on they big toe

2x

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Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I beats
And I'm known to milk freaks and hit em on sheets
No can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I'm to put a slug in a fag brain
I be snitches inside lakes and ditches
And if I catch aids, then i'ma start rapin
I'm all makin papes kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just like bates did
My old man in the past, stuck me up without a
Then his ass cold with my cash fast
g's is what the creep stole; so the next day
Knocked on his door and shot his through the peephole
the type of shit I'm on, word is bond
Got it goin on, the break of dawns to the early morn'
You know my I'm wild, comin straight out of harlem pal
It's big l, the problem child

2x

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This goes out to all y'all bitch-ass
So if your mother ready for a funeral, don't fuck with me
Cause I know a way to get your family together
And I ain't talkin bout a motherfucker
Yo, I'm to sign out, but before 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, fakin the funk!
Word, I'm to get up out of here
Yo I'm out b, yo man
I gotta get money
So all y'all niggaz on my hitlist get your ready
Hahahaha!