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 for the hardcore?

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

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

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

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

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 for the hardcore?
The

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

Thinking you can talk from the sound woofer
No prove of
(My team laughing)
And ask ya self, do you think we got the
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 breath from 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
through the house and kill niggaz
(Hardcore)
Bitch,

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 ready for
Ask ya self, is you ready for the

Na, na, na, that
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, wait up, went about it wrong
Feelin' brave hearted, try me on a
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, what the worst be
No mercy, we god and hard with any squad or mobb
Coming forty niggaz like a yard

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

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

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

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

Harts jumping, we peeping niggaz fronting
We come through thumping, pulling out
Tangle with your entourage

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

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