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 motherfuckin shots
So step to this, cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' 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 you some raps g just ask me
Cause on the shelf is your 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 out, then break the fuck 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 more in his ass than swiss cheese

big l (repeat 2x)

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

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I steal lives like a stone thief, so me alone chief
Or catch a buck 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 like a villain's supposed to
And I squeeze triggers, not on niggaz but hoes too
So don't try to test me, I can't stand test-es
Fuck around, introduce you to your ancestors
Step to this and get left with a full of tears, pal
But man you've rappin for years now
And made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec
In the shower's the only time you get dick wet
I roll with scary crews, I come out of barely bruised
I'm puttin motherfuckers on the daily
I was a from the git-go
Leavin fags in bodybags tags on they big toe

2x

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Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed
And I'm known to milk freaks and hit em on sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad
I'm quick to put a in a fag brain
I be placin snitches lakes and ditches
And if I catch aids, then i'ma start bitches
I'm all about papes kid
I killed my mother a shovel just like norman bates did
My old man in the past, me up without a mask
Then his ass dashed with my cash fast
g's is what the creep stole; so the next day
Knocked on his door and shot his granny the peephole
That's the type of shit I'm on, word is
Got it goin on, from the break of to the early morn'
You know my style I'm wild, comin 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 ain't ready for a funeral, don't fuck me
Cause I a good way to get your 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 to get up out of here
Yo I'm out b, yo man
I gotta get money
So all y'all niggaz on my get your suits ready
Hahahaha!