Luyện nghe bài hát Back from The Dead

Back from the dead second L.P. we go
at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed a crew'o fly slimmys
Hat turned back in some Airwalk

Never slackin' hoes I be
Not wacked I don't try to act black
I up I came at ya from the outskirts
Bag of weed in the of my sweatshirt

to the bone, to the bad to the bad to the bone
Hit bound from the Mo town Allen fuck a 40 I it by the gallon
I out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.
Park parties gettin' on Sunday

Tweeked in the heat to a I'd rock to the and rip shit up
And now I've toured this nation, of the nation, pullin' hoes
Rock the set in each then step
Me, Blackman and Daddy Def Stef

Bitches, they I'm sexist
But all I want baby is grits for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked
And gimme a plate of that pussy on the

Triple x on the set showin' no
Just a foul little fuckin' smart ass
No fool I went to high dumb ass
Smoked dope and I every class

Slash and I smash 'cuz I when I bash
Invite me to a party and house'll get trashed
An outcast sick of harassed so I dashed
Moved out of the crib I hated cuttin' grass

Now I on the eastside lovin' it
Cold 40 dog in a brown bag it
Flex, sex, run of the next and trippin' and rippin' and shakin'
The suckers who to

an get around to the to get up or get down to the rhyme
I'm and takin' and breakin' I rip the mic like
Every time I don't eat no manwich
Kickin' back with a cold grits sandwich

said, "I'm the best in the Mo town"
But this town ain't but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied, fessed
Bitch I'm the in the motherfuckin' midwest

Wanna be heard I rap so I yell it
Sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom
One bad bitch I smoke hash a stick
Got cash than fuckin' White Boy Rick

My first L.P. wasn't pushed for
So jive records yo, go and suck a fat
'Cuz I'm rippin' like a
Yes, I'm that raw laughin' at ya suckers Hee Haw

Roll it up, take a hit and pass it
That's how we do it when we down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis I to the beat
Two in the front and two in the back seat