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

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

I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme four hours 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 some on the mic
That a kid is in Interstate, trapped again
Fuck, talking 'bout after we kick a hole
In the speaker then pull the plug, we 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 heavy metal to settle to be
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 Michael mean Pepsi
(Cats blowing a lesbie)
Testing me and Tef is like me and you
And we'll a breath from 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 spin you
You with real niggaz, feel 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 ready for
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, go, lemme go
Fuck niggaz
Naw, they don't know, up dog
Lemme go, up dog, hold up

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

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

Blood on my silk shirt, 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 come
Get but still blaze in the battle
The ruff days, these two niggaz tattle

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

shot, gun cocked, mingling shotting
Lost in this world I'm in, feeling money
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
with your best entourage

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

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