Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

Caps get peeled rolling in my field
Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap 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 coachin'
Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you the units
While y'all niggaz couldn't me if you worked for starvin' students
Downin' all beer types, from St. to Red Stripe
(Yipes)

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

My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck
Never shy, on some why ask why
Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's more fly Jasmin Guy
Hooked up with 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 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, these niggaz how you figure

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

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

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

Yo, put in the disc E I hit the whiskey
(Bust a off the head 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 the beat to sleep like an infant
The Likwit crew, like this on you
With that four minute Olde piss on you

You're bustin' dumb off the cap, oh shit
But I got the pen and pad locked down a pit
I let the, ink submerger, the thin wood sheets
Beats 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 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 got like a kitchen

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

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