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)

Fuck jumping the broom, 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, I got the memo
Pulling strings like Geppetto, you a puppet, fellow
I came up out of the tomb, drop a L
Uh, you don't to see the evils, which I dwell in hell
To excel, this shit never fails, excels
They been swallowing since before the XL
Sex cell, ex ask why it never out
I guess I exercise too much when I out
Shows too turnt out home burnt out
Now I got to hear all the that you heard 'bout
Can I What, these niggas want me off a bridge?
If I say it's down, do I burn that shit?
is, if it ain't real, I don't feel it
If it don't hit my spirit, I don't get it
And that's point blank period, know some that fear it
Same niggas who know we the illest
Lines so deep a great is what I reel up
Hit the and it can't go realer, my whole camp gorillas, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

my style, check, check, check it out