Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

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

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

My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna with
Never shy, sippin' on why ask why
Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's fly than Jasmin Guy
Hooked up with Q so let me do my thing
While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess
But still, I train rhymes to like a seal
say my rhyme 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 how you figure

I bring it to your chest, all the way live
And deliver ill verse guaranteed to highs
When we start rappin', heads roll like
With the flood 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 soul diminish
The abstract delivers, I be the Queens on point
Mary Jane ain't nuttin' but a

They called a nigga up to add a 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 to be thicky
I with 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, my liquid-ass style
Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Child

Yo, put in the disc E I hit the whiskey
(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 it's like the dunk contest
I don't the street, I roll my Jeep in an instant
I rock the beat to like an infant
The crew, comin' like this on you
With that four minute Olde English on you

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

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

G, I get hardcore man
From the underland a wonderman, bam
Lunatic potential, an isperential
Confidentially smashin'
On this tune I raps of doom to the mic
And put my shit in flight, peep
If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in trunk
Man, you got motherfuckin' junk