Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

Caps get peeled rolling in my force
Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows ill
So you walkin' down the block
You watch who you approachin'
I'm not your R&B singer, so no need for vocal coachin'
Just a forty and a roach and admit you rock the units
While 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' mics down motherfuckers
Has returned to burn, it's time niggaz learn
I naturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a
With flows that go against the with a story so compellin'
I should mind the people's
Snatch the mic from Doug and host my own show
After Bill comes Ricooooo
live to all my black people
Catch my drift, I'm with my nigga E-Swift

My name is Tash, I'm the group that you don't wanna fuck with
Never shy, sippin' on why ask why
Smokin' Thai with this that's more fly than Jasmin Guy
up with John Q so let me do my thing
While niggaz rock the play shit that they from Chess King
But still, I train rhymes to flip a seal
Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is
But all I do is and swing it when I bring it
Oh shit, that's my nigga, show these how you figure

I it to your chest, pour all the way live
And ill verse guaranteed to cause highs
When we rappin', heads roll like Patton
With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks a lot
Yo, I'm like Grimace when I'm on this rap
And I got magic, want to make your puny soul diminish
The delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point
Mary Jane nuttin' but a joint

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

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

Yo, put in the disc E while I hit the
(Bust a rhyme off the J)
The nigga missed me, I'm in this rap game so aim to be best
It's fresh, but off the head like the dunk contest
I don't walk the street, I roll my in an instant
I rock the to sleep like an infant
The Likwit crew, comin' like on you
With that 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 sheets
make my head bop, so I'ma rock it for the streets
I all my days with big butts and boom
I let my pants hand 'cuz my big nuts room
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm school, I'm ditchin'
When my girl starts bitchin' I gets got a kitchen

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

G, I get hardcore man
From the a fuckin' wonderman, bam
Lunatic potential, an isperential
Confidentially instrumentals
On this tune I bring raps of to the mic
And put my rear in flight, peep
If the drunk don't wanna hump in your trunk
Man, you got some motherfuckin'