Luyện nghe bài hát Alright

(x16)
No
Aha, see you want baby?
it out! one-two for my peeps like this, check it out

Verse 1:

To the, aah, tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah)
Cos mad nigga's throats slit
By the mister wit the heat ta ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue (yeah)
It's the...now I'm the with the flow (what? ) ? ? ? ?
Til I knock out your regulars and your teeth (nigga)
Be my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha)
say I got too much posse like flavor flav
Books in reverse, the worst nigga out the (what? )
Ci-lo satan when I hit you the triple 6
Your be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives
Shittin on mc's I just took a laxative
Now niggas know I gives a fuck crew
You try to up but got stuck like the two
Between nevers and atlantis, I a frantic
And goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the
this, boy!

(x8)

Verse 2:

Well uhh, one-two, comin thru
Nigga krazy representin das efx
Stompin wit my comin thru your projects
ya from the east so fuck the peace so if you spot us
You do us a bip, you pull your piece and shot em (baa!!)
You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), please (uhh)
Squeeze these cos we're gettin by the g's wit ease (word up)
blowin up your fuckin spot (no doubt)
Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, not
Now everybody be the but jesus christ this
It's a crisis, I kill em dead my devices
My advice is you better a trade
Before you a rhyme and end up fuckin gettin sprayed
I keep you like you're fuckin sessin me
You're a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me
Cos me, the k-to-r-a-z-y
Use to rock fila, bettin I'm eli
With houston your style in need of
crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin
I put my dues in so you know it's right
I gots ta it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga)

(x14)

Verse 3: dray,

To the, aah, boom bang, my is mad thick
My rappin antics'll keep em fran-tic
The shit the man kick'll make ya fuckin ass
I you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy
Poppin all this shit cos his don't amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why not I it
I make it by the so fuck it, I stock it
It's just for keepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe
I'm comin my timbs in ya face (motherfucker)
Back in the place I'm stupid in ya sector
I be the krazy drayzie, check the way I wreck
Fuckin to final, motherfuck the title
My dj dice is on the vinyl (motherfucker)
That's my recital, kid I it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , here my nigga come

The in reverse kicks a verse
I'm takin it to ya face, I'm on the case I persuit
To stomp an mc like grapes and then scrape em the boot
I bring swing to the ring like luke
Diggity-got land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a
For pages, I kick it raw til my jaw in
and plus off-beat like caucasians
Me get never son, I hold it down for 7-1-a
Where niggas fuck and where niggas lay
Ain't nuttin slim, I got game tim hardaway
Fouls the proudest so I'm labbin in rca
Aw shit, I got you buggin, flippin shit that you lovin
Plus I got back in the oven
Some the style and then construction on it
But they just touching on it, ass niggas ain't got nuttin for it
C'mon, broke my blocks or I'll ya spot
I rock like that nigga on fox
(so how we do? ) no from niggas or they fuckin girl and (what you
)
More styles the last got served (no doubt)
So if you wit me and you're than a hippie, hold tight
Cos e'rything be aight! (no doubt)

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