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
Soak me up like a mop, I'm up, know there's levels
Staring at the devil, hello, guess I got the memo
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, I dwell in hell
To excel, shit never fails, always excels
They swallowing since before the double XL
Sex cell, ex ask why it work out
I guess I exercise too much when I out
Shows too turnt out return home out
Now I got to hear all the shit that you heard
Can I live? What, these want me off a bridge?
If I say turnt down, do I burn 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 niggas who that we the illest
Lines so deep a great is what I reel 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
Check my style, check, check, it out
Don't jack my
Jack, jack, it out
Check my

I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest 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 year I feast, capisce?
Nothing the beast, I speak my piece
Know niggas in the streets that heat seek for me, and squeeze
Might put a between your spleen
Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green, know I mean?
Shit it's taking 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 favorite
My in-depth nigga, I got my wave up
It's get your 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?

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

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

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

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

Check my style, check, check, it out