Luyện nghe bài hát Alright

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

Verse 1:

To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so slip (yeah)
Cos mad nigga's gettin slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue (yeah)
the...now I'm the maniac with the flow (what? ) ? ? ? ?
Til I knock out your and your gold teeth (nigga)
Be doin my on a day-to-day (ha ha)
Some say I got too posse like flavor flav
Books in reverse, the nigga out the clique (what? )
Ci-lo satan I hit you with the triple 6
shit be stressin it's lessin, I'm flexin with the adjectives
Shittin on mc's like I just took a
Now niggas know I a fuck about'cha crew
You try to keep up but got like the two
Between and atlantis, I kicks a frantic
And it, watch me and my man rock the planet
this, boy!

(x8)

Verse 2:

Well uhh, one-two, thru next
Nigga krazy drayzie das efx
Stompin wit my crew comin your projects
Bring ya from the so fuck the peace so if you spot us
You do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and em (baa!!)
You're makin dollars overseas (uhh), please (uhh)
Squeeze these cos gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin up fuckin spot (no doubt)
Cos when you're hot, hot and when you're not, you're not
Now everybody be the but jesus christ this
a crisis, I kill em dead with my devices
My advice is you learn a trade
Before you a rhyme and end up fuckin gettin sprayed
I keep you open like fuckin sessin me
just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me
Cos justa me, the
Use to fila, bettin like I'm eli
With houston your in need of boostin
Your that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin
I put my dues in so you know it's only
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 keep em runnin fran-tic
The shit the man kick'll make ya fuckin ass
I bring you from the pit and never cos it's the krazy
all this shit cos his rhymers don't amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why not I it
I make it by the bucket so fuck it, I it
It's just for safe so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe
I'm comin my timbs in ya face (motherfucker)
Back in the I'm gettin stupid in ya sector
I be the krazy drayzie, nigga check the way I
Fuckin to final, motherfuck the title
My nigga dj is on the vinyl (motherfucker)
That's my recital, kid I it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , here my come again

The books in reverse kicks a
I'm it to ya face, I'm iggity on the case I persuit
To an mc like grapes and then scrape em with the boot
I bring swing to the ring like doover
land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar
For pages, I it raw til my jaw caves in
Amazin and off-beat like caucasians
Me get done? son, I hold it down for 7-1-a
Where niggas fuck and where niggas lay
Ain't nuttin slim, I got like tim hardaway
Fouls the proudest so I'm labbin in rca
Aw shit, I got you buggin, that shit that you lovin
Plus I got another in the oven
Some heard the style and then on it
But they just touching on it, bitch ass ain't got nuttin for it
C'mon, my blocks or I'll blow ya spot
I rock that bald-headed nigga on fox
(so how we do? ) no shorts from niggas or they fuckin and (what you
)
More styles the last got served (no doubt)
So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, tight
Cos e'rything be aight! (no doubt)

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