Luyện nghe bài hát Big Dusty

Check my style, check, check, it out
(Check it out y'all, check, check, check, it out y'all)
my style, check, check, check it out
(Check it out y'all, check, check, check, it out y'all)

jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot
Soak me up like a mop, Know I'm up, know there's
Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the
Pulling strings like Geppetto, you a puppet, fellow
I up out of the tomb, don't drop a L
Uh, you don't want to see the evils, which I dwell in
To excel, shit never fails, always excels
They been swallowing since the double XL
Sex cell, ex ask why it never out
I guess I too much when I work out
too turnt out return home burnt out
Now I got to hear all the shit that you 'bout
Can I What, these niggas want me off a bridge?
If I say turnt down, do I burn that shit?
Truth is, if it ain't real, I feel it
If it don't hit my spirit, I get near it
And that's point blank period, know some niggas fear it
Same who know that we the illest
Lines so a great shark is what I reel up
Hit the flow and it go realer, my whole camp gorillas, nigga

(Check, check, it out)
Check my style, check, check, it out
Don't jack my
Check my style, check, check, it out
Don't jack my
Jack, jack, it out
Check my

I stand to all my Pro's, realest illest niggas I know
See these bitin' the flows, they even jooks the pose
I guess my CD really the coast
Cause this really be the year that I feast,
defeats the beast, I speak my piece
Know in the streets that heat seek for me, release and squeeze
Might put a Halloween between your
Retreat or trickle down to last pound of green, know what I mean?
Shit like taking candy from the babies
All of these rappers are just a bunch of Now and
too sweet, plus they lease their Mercedes
Can't be greatest, I'm the best and def your favorite
My flow in-depth nigga, I got my up
It's either get tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor
Cause if I eat, then you can't either
I need to know, need the pizza dough I'm spittin' ether for?

Yeah
Reigning rap in this bitch
bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Cause bitches lie lie numbers, too
lie niggas lie numbers, too
Bitches lie lie numbers, too
What the fuck you do when the Era come for you?

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Don't my style

Check my style, check, check, it out
jock my style

And I'm the blocks where they sell
Cell blocks rock my
See them fake thugs you see before can't even spell
My flows filled with words you can't pronounce, stories you tell

Check my style, check, check, it out