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)

jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot
Soak me up like a mop, Know I'm up, know there's
Staring at the devil, hello, guess I got the memo
Pulling strings Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow
I came up out of the tomb, drop a L
Uh, you want to see the evils, which I dwell in hell
To excel, this shit fails, always excels
They been since before the double XL
Sex cell, ex ask why it work out
I guess I exercise too when I work out
too turnt out return 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 turnt down, do I that shit?
Truth is, if it ain't real, I don't it
If it don't hit my spirit, I get near it
And that's point blank period, know some niggas that it
Same who know that we the illest
so deep a great shark is what I reel up
Hit the flow and it can't go realer, my whole camp gorillas,

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

I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest illest niggas I
See foes bitin' the flows, they even jooks the pose
I my CD really shaking the coast
Cause 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 candy from the babies
All of these rappers are just a of Now and Laters
too sweet, plus they lease their Mercedes
Can't be second greatest, I'm the best and def favorite
My flow in-depth nigga, I got my up
either get your tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor
Cause if I can't eat, then you can't
I need to know, need the pizza dough fuck I'm spittin' ether

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

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 blocks rock my
See them fake thugs that you see before even spell
My flows filled with words you can't pronounce, stories you tell

Check my style, check, check, it out