Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

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

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

My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you wanna fuck with
Never shy, sippin' on why ask why
Smokin' with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy
Hooked up with John Q so let me do my
niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King
But still, I train rhymes to flip like a
Niggaz say my skill 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, pour all the way
And deliver ill verse to cause highs
When we start rappin', heads roll Patton
the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot
Yo, I'm like Grimace when I'm on rap scrimmage
And I got this magic, want to make your puny diminish
The abstract delivers, I be the nigga on point
Mary Jane ain't but a joint

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

Pow, bust my style
Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Child

Yo, put in the disc E while I hit the
(Bust a off the head J)
The nigga missed me, I'm in rap game so I'ma aim to be best
It's fresh, but off the head it's like the dunk
I walk the street, I roll my Jeep in an instant
I rock the beat to like an infant
The Likwit crew, comin' like on you
With four minute Olde English piss on you

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

I fly like the Chi-town wind
'Cuz I got the iller noise to the hardcore grin
When, the saints come in
I'ma roll right by 'em in the fly
Roughneck niggaz box me down
'Cuz I got the ladies lookin' like Foxy
The Liks the beer Tip sticks it in your ear holes
I drop the mic and strike the pose

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