Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Ya Self

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

Ask ya self if you for drama
two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, tunes to a lama
You with the best
(First, ask ya if you ready for Krumb 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 here, what we call gritty)

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

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

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?
The

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

Thinking you can talk from the sound woofer
No of action
(My whole laughing)
And ask ya self, do you think we got the
For you tucking-truck
(Bitch, no)

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

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

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 ready for
Ask ya self, is you ready for the

Na, na, na, fuck
hold me back Tef
Na, na, lemme go, go
Fuck these
Naw, don't know, hold up dog
Lemme go, up dog, hold 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 cocked and at you
Bloodthirsty, what the worst be
No mercy, we god and bang with any squad or mobb
Coming forty like a jail yard

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

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

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

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

start jumping, we peeping niggaz fronting
We come through thumping, out dumping
Tangle with your entourage

We coming in yards to off with any yards
Soldier you're on the fully loaded shotgun
Whistling the air, just to mock one
Blood for socks son

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