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

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

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

I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest illest I know
See these foes bitin' the flows, they even jooks the
I guess my CD really shaking the
this really be the year that I feast, capisce?
Nothing defeats the beast, I my piece
Know niggas in the streets that heat seek for me, and squeeze
Might put a Halloween your spleen
Retreat or trickle down to your pound of green, know what I mean?
Shit it's like taking candy the babies
All of these rappers are just a bunch of Now and
They too sweet, they lease their Mercedes
Can't be second greatest, I'm the best and def favorite
My flow nigga, I got my wave up
It's either get your waved, or you could be my neighbor
Cause if I eat, then you can't either
I need to know, need the pizza fuck I'm spittin' ether for?

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

my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jock my

Check my style, check, check, it out
Don't my style

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

Check my style, check, check, it out