Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Ya Self

Ask ya
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 the

Ask ya self if you for drama
With two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, 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 is popped out)
raw 'n diggy Caveliti
(All city)
(And this here, we call gritty)

I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty four hours to
And swell with 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 shit on the mic
That a kid is in Interstate, trapped again
Fuck, talking 'bout after we kick a hole
In the speaker then the plug, we walking out

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 the hardcore?
The

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

Thinking you can talk sideways 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 on fire like Michael mean Pepsi
(Cats like a lesbie)
me and Tef is like me and you laugh
And announce a breath from holy you nnothing
def

Listen, nigga, we doubt you
Simply we don't give a fuck you
Me and my girlfriend, I make the world without you
You with real niggaz, feel niggaz
Walking through the 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 ready for
Ask ya self, is you ready for the

Na, na, na, that
Don't hold me Tef
Na, na, lemme go, go
these niggaz
Naw, don't know, hold up dog
go, hold up dog, hold up

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

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

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

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

I'm immune to them tuff-talk, 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

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

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

We coming in yards to face off any yards
Soldier you're dust on the fully loaded
Whistling throughout the air, 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