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

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

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

I'm one of the five Horsemen, twenty four hours to live
And I'll swell with a baked outta Boston
Proceed with caution, I'm 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 in Interstate, trapped again
Fuck, y'all 'bout after we kick a hole
In the speaker then the plug, we walking out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Na, na, na, up, wait up, they went about 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

and macks cocked and aimed at you
Bloodthirsty, star what the be
No mercy, we god and hard with any squad or mobb
Coming forty niggaz like a jail

Blood on my silk shirt, niggaz 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 lay bubble in the tunnel
Most humble, we send shots when we through
Get but still blaze in the battle
The ruff days, 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 to rest
Create drama, rock armor, Smith &

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

Harts start jumping, we niggaz fronting
We come thumping, pulling out dumping
Tangle with best entourage

We coming in yards to face off any yards
Soldier dust on the fully loaded shotgun
Whistling throughout the air, to mock one
Blood for your son

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