Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Son

Niggas, man
Fuck up, trying to extort me
Fuck man,
Global thugs
Crab niggas for what?
Pollyin
Word, on god
What What

[Chorus: Joe
Crab niggas frontin for We gotta smash 'em
Trick lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em
U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we tax 'em
Wu-Syndicate is the shit, you ask son

[Joe
I'm driving bombs, armageddion
Modern day babylon, we hell storm
Expressure with the swarm, mellow the dram
Mob with meladon, ghetto status clappin Decepticons
Stealth arm, welt dealt, fucking with feltron
We teflon, what you wan't huh? A arm spar
clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my wally pad
Liftin skirts dash, run for stash
bags, serving just, I.C.E. whut?
You heard of us, unheard of VA and shag burglars
Mafio Danadesty, blow, polly Ross Perot
gold, the mapin glow

2X

Classic tight, street main events get
For crimin hands itch, kidnap or clap a land with
Myalansky, Wu-tang my mans got see
Stacks and grands, who dem cats damn, mad cream
Settin' though I had to let them fags know for yo
Chill the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though
Daddy-O, whatup, Pop the G blew the spit out
Apachi and P your shit locked
Niggas be stupid or something
my man Shan with,
Kidnappin my man little
And now the fans
All of my thugs eating from kitchen
Bitch ass niggas, snitching

2X

Yo, Red Joe you better stop boy
Up
All you snitchin, we callin you out
You what I'm sayin (echo)