Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Live

Caps get rolling in my force field
Like a nine with hollow I keep rap flows that's ill
So you walkin' 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 admit you rock the
While y'all niggaz move me if you worked for starvin' students
Downin' all types, from St. Ide's to Red Stripe
(Yipes)

The menace mics down motherfuckers windpipes
Has returned to burn, it's time y'all niggaz
I naturalize niggaz like relaxer in a perm
With flows that go against the grain with a so compellin'
I should the people's court
Snatch the mic Doug Llewellyn and host my own show
After Bill Cosby comes
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 fuck
shy, sippin' on some why ask why
Smokin' Thai with bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy
Hooked up with Q so let me do my thing
While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from King
But still, I train rhymes to flip like a
say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal
But all I do is chill and swing it I bring it
Oh shit, my nigga, show these niggaz how you figure

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

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

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

Yo, put in the disc E 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
It's fresh, but off the head it's the dunk contest
I walk the street, I roll my Jeep in an instant
I rock the beat to like an infant
The Likwit crew, comin' this on you
that four minute 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, into the wood sheets
Beats make my head bop, so 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 school, I'm ditchin'
When my girl starts bitchin' I gets got like a

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

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