Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

Caps get rolling in my force field
Like a nine hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill
So when you walkin' the block
You better who you approachin'
I'm not R&B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin'
Just a forty and a roach and I'll you rock the units
While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin'
all beer types, from St. Ide's to Red Stripe
(Yipes)

The menace stuffin' mics motherfuckers windpipes
Has returned to burn, it's time y'all learn
I y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm
With flows that go the grain with a story so compellin'
I mind the people's court
Snatch the mic from Doug and host my own show
Bill Cosby comes Ricooooo
Transmitting to all my black people
Catch my drift, I'm down my nigga E-Swift

My is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with
shy, sippin' on some why ask why
Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's more fly Jasmin Guy
Hooked up with John Q so let me do my
While niggaz the play shit that they bought from Chess King
But still, I train rhymes to flip like a
Niggaz say my rhyme on the steel is unreal
But all I do is chill and swing it when I it
Oh shit, that's my nigga, show these niggaz how you

I bring it to your chest, all the way live
And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause
When we start rappin', heads roll like
With the flood blood the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot
Yo, I'm Grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage
And I got this magic, want to make your soul diminish
The abstract delivers, I be the nigga on point
Jane ain't nuttin' but a joint

They called a up to add a little bit of flavor
Now I'm and slashin' like Luke's light saber
Yeah, what? You in the zone
Where get seared and all spots blown
And in this rap shit a nigga need to be
I fuck the crew who downs the deuce, deuce Mickey's
I'm from the rotten apple, niggaz can't grapple
And love to the Liks, hit your ass like a

Pow, bust my liquid-ass
to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild Child

Yo, put in the E while I hit the whiskey
(Bust a rhyme off the J)
The nigga me, I'm in this rap game so I'ma aim to be best
It's fresh, but off the head it's like the contest
I don't walk the street, I my Jeep in an instant
I rock the beat to like an infant
The crew, comin' like this on you
With that minute Olde English piss on you

You're bustin' raps off the cap, oh shit
But I got the pen and pad locked down a pit
I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood
Beats make my head bop, so rock it for the streets
I fill all my days big butts and boom
I let my pants 'cuz my big nuts need room
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm
When my girl bitchin' I gets got like a kitchen

I fly down like the wind
'Cuz I got the iller noise to make the hardcore
When, the saints marchin' in
I'ma roll by 'em in the fly Lincoln
Roughneck wanna box me down
I got the ladies lookin' like Foxy Brown
The Liks bring the beer Tip sticks it in your ear
I drop the mic and strike the pose

Hardcore G, I get man
the underland a fuckin' wonderman, bam
Lunatic potential, an differential
Confidentially instrumentals
On this tune I raps of doom to the mic
And put my rear shit in flight,
If the drunk funk don't hump in your trunk
Man, you got some junk