Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

Caps get peeled in my force field
Like a nine with hollow points I rap flows that's ill
So when you walkin' down the
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 admit you rock the units
While y'all couldn't move me if you worked for starvin' students
Downin' all beer types, from St. to Red Stripe
(Yipes)

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

My name is Tash, I'm from the that you don't wanna fuck with
Never shy, on some why ask why
Smokin' Thai with this bitch more fly than Jasmin Guy
Hooked up with Q so let me do my thing
niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King
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 it when I bring it
Oh shit, that's my nigga, these niggaz how you figure

I it to your chest, pour all the way live
And deliver ill verse guaranteed to highs
When we start rappin', roll like Patton
With the blood clot 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 Queens on point
Mary Jane ain't nuttin' but a

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

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

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

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

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

G, I get hardcore man
From the 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 wanna hump in your trunk
Man, you got motherfuckin' junk