Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Ya Self

Ask ya
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

Ask ya self if you ready for
With two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, tunes to a
You fucking the best
(First, ask ya self if you ready for Snatch)
Then ask you if you ready for Tef

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

I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty hours to live
And I'll swell with a baked beans outta
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, trapped
Fuck, y'all talking 'bout after we kick a
In the speaker then the plug, we walking out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Na, na, na, fuck
hold me back Tef
Na, na, lemme go, go
these niggaz
Naw, don't know, hold up dog
Lemme go, up dog, hold up

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

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

on my silk shirt, choke niggaz out
Scuffed up my Timbs, we bang 'em in the
You niggaz want a rebel
Pulling out busting war in the jungle

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

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

Blood shot, gun cocked, shotting
Lost in this world I'm in, feeling money
Eyes roaming, zoning, looking with a Nottz
most dangerous, police lay and watch me

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

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

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