Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

Caps get rolling in my force field
Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows 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 you rock the units
While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin'
Downin' all beer types, St. Ide's 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 like in a perm
With flows that go the grain with a story so compellin'
I mind the people's court
Snatch the mic from Doug and host my own show
After Cosby comes Ricooooo
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 don't wanna with
Never shy, sippin' on why ask why
Smokin' Thai with bitch that's 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 to flip like a seal
Niggaz say my rhyme 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 bring it to your chest, all the way live
And deliver ill guaranteed to cause highs
When we start rappin', heads roll like
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 delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point
Mary Jane nuttin' but a joint

They called a nigga up to add a bit of flavor
Now I'm and slashin' like Luke's light saber
Yeah, You trapped in the zone
Where MC's get seared and all blown
And in this rap shit a nigga 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 love to the Liks, hit your ass a tackle

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

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

You're bustin' raps off the cap, oh shit
But I got the pen and pad locked like a pit
I let the, ink submerger, into the wood sheets
Beats make my head bop, so rock it for the streets
I fill all my days 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 a kitchen

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

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