Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Ya Self

Ask ya
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for the hardcore?

Ask ya self if you for drama
With two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, to a lama
You with the best
(First, ask ya if you ready for Krumb Snatch)
ask you self if you ready for Tef

And if you ready for death, all the steps out
make the glocks sound
(Nigga we got it out)
(Y'all is popped out)
We're raw 'n diggy
(All city)
(And this here, we call gritty)

I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty four to live
And I'll swell a baked beans outta Boston
with caution, I'm about to wig out
To the skit, on the D&D-project, the shit out

By accident, we do shit on the mic
That a kid is convicted in Interstate, again
Fuck, y'all talking 'bout we kick a hole
In the speaker then the plug, we walking out

Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for the hardcore?
The

Now ask ya self, do you can keep run
this bullet can chamber?
(Son, you in danger)
We hit off metal to settle to be frequently
And all me
(Nigga)

Thinking you can talk sideways the sound woofer
No of action
(My whole laughing)
And ask ya self, do you think we got the
For you rhymes?
(Bitch, no)

We put wigs on fire like mean Pepsi
(Cats blowing a lesbie)
Testing me and Tef is me and you laugh
And we'll announce a breath from you nnothing
def

Listen, nigga, we don't you
Simply we don't give a about you
Me and my girlfriend, I the world spin without you
You fucking with niggaz, feel niggaz
through the house and kill niggaz
(Hardcore)
Bitch,

Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you ready for the

Na, na, na, that
Don't hold me Tef
Na, na, go, lemme go
these niggaz
Naw, they know, hold up dog
Lemme go, hold up dog, up

Na, na, na, hold up, up, they went about it wrong
brave hearted, try me on a song
I'm a let niggaz know, got it confused
You got and bats we get those too

Semi's and macks and aimed at you
Bloodthirsty, star what the be
No mercy, we god and bang hard any squad or mobb
Coming niggaz like a jail yard

Blood on my shirt, choke niggaz out
Scuffed up my Timbs, we 'em in the mouth
You niggaz want a concrete
Pulling out busting war in the jungle

Mad my crew lay bubble in the tunnel
Most humble, we send shots when we through
Get praised but blaze in the battle
The days, these two bullets niggaz tattle

I'm to them tuff-talk, them big boy stanze
You coming in pairs, two bodies by the stairs
Nigga we bang with the best, the models to
drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons

Blood shot, gun cocked, mingling
Lost in world I'm in, feeling money rhyming
Eyes roaming, zoning, with a Nottz beat
Label most dangerous, lay and watch me

Harts start jumping, we peeping niggaz
We come through thumping, pulling out
Tangle with your best

We in yards to face off with any yards
you're dust on the fully loaded shotgun
Whistling throughout the air, just to one
Blood for your son

Is you ready for the
The
And after Krumb Snatcha yo' worthy possessions
I got strict orders to you