Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberry

Watch it, watch it, Daz is
And there'll be no more
Watch it, watch it, is comin'
And there'll be no more
Watch it, watch it, is comin'
And there'll be no waitin'
You might be shootin', de place
If eedyot disrespectin', now

Now follow me deep in the of my mind
how many plots blossoms to how many times
I'm my asphyxiated from beginnin' broke
And the bombast weed smoke that'll a nigga choke
To my loc's way in the Valley deep
To my homies in the Pound L.A. and the Beach
To my out in Philly, 'cause all they smoke is Phillies
With silly-ass bitches out for a niggaz riches

Now really, will he ever or trip
A big shout out, to my niggaz in Darby
I spits the vocabulary to MC's like ships
With my nocturnal and editorial clips
I got a click, that'll hit you like a volts
The homies catchin' cases robberies and
It ain't my fault that my shit hit like that
Listen and get off the verbal contact

When a nigga gotta strive for his he stop
Gotta get
Now when a nigga gotta for his he can't stop
Gotta get

My mind-state days make the average nigga afraid
Hurt 'em in the way, put it down for myself
Put 'em to rest, confess,
'em a cap and destroy 'em at my best
For the simple fact with contact, we the block
We drop bombs and we known to calm the savage beast

And the rest of the jungle mistreat
Any MC tryin' to fuck with
I it to the fullest, it could be a verbal massacre
In ninety-six, with a different on shit
I got the flavor, and I'm
Busta-ass can't stop us, and can't fade us
Shady-ass niggaz stand next to ya
the Tek connects to ya

Swift as a cheetah when I'm ya
I betcha I won't let ya escape, the real on point
They're to kill, beyond the violated area
When the smoke clears the whether I'm toast or at home
I the zag or the bone once again another zone is gone
MC's try to step they get lit and

At the end the lights go out so they do
I'm a L B C on through, stayin'
Demandin' my respect, is what I've given
So is what I expect
The money got me to the point of no return
So the streets I roam don't catch chrome to the
Of this black 45 caliber glock gat, gun, or pistol
Whistle, and all my homeboys come

Run, or hear the click, damn that that you get hit with
When we bust, I let this is pre-meditated dick-up
To all the busters that and hate it, but can't fade it
With they every attempt fail, oh well consequences get suffered
I put on sucker motherfuckers the bill is crisp
The deal is this, I gotta 'em on a mash for my chips
Get in my way and get on
I'm stompin', steppin', with my weapon

With subjects all subject to harm, I swarm through
Who about the real deal I conceal?
And still, can you feel, the topic of the situation is trust
No hoe is a
If I bust my constructs to form knowledge to the max
Defeatin' and deletin' set backs
We wax tracks and smack up MC's who the violence

Bringin' drama, with no parental
Eyes went deceived, up my sleeve to intrigue
And these will be G's also D P G's and, L B C's
we do the do to you so go call your crew
And who, wants to with Techniec
will be verbal

So watch how you
And what you say I display
Sleepless that's bomb to ya, suffer from insomnia
And I'ma, gonna be for you
So please be on the lookout for the Crew
out nigga

It's a MC barbecue cookout
Look out, out now
Yeah, bad self, watch out