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, I'm up, know there's levels
down at the devil, hello, guess I got the memo
Pulling like Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow
I came up out of the tomb, don't a L
Uh, you don't want to see the evils, I dwell in hell
To excel, this shit fails, always excels
They been swallowing before the double XL
Sex cell, ex ask why it never out
I guess I exercise too when I work out
Shows too turnt out return burnt out
Now I got to hear all the shit you heard '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 hit my spirit, I don't get near it
And that's point blank period, know some that fear it
niggas who know that we the illest
Lines so deep a great shark is what I 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
my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jack my
Jack, jack, it out
my style

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

Yeah
Reigning rap in this bitch
Cause bitches lie lie numbers, too
Cause bitches lie 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 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 fake thugs that you see before can't spell
My flows filled with you can't pronounce, stories you can't tell

my style, check, check, check it out