Luyện nghe bài hát Blueberry

Watch it, it, Daz is comin'
And be no more waitin'
Watch it, watch it, Kurupt is
And there'll be no more
it, watch it, Doggystyle is comin'
And there'll be no waitin'
You might be shootin', inna de
If ever disrespectin', now

Now follow me deep in the depths of my
Think how many plots to how many times
I'm my asphyxiated from beginnin' broke
And the bombast weed smoke that'll make a nigga
To my loc's way down in the deep
To my homies in the Pound L.A. and the Beach
To my bulls out in Philly, 'cause all they 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 vibes and editorial
I got a click, that'll hit you like a volts
The homies catchin' robberies and assaults
It ain't my fault that my shit hit like that
and get elevated off the verbal contact

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

My mind-state these 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 contact, we the block entourage
We drop bombs and we known to down the savage beast

And the rest of the I'll mistreat
Any MC tryin' to with D-A-Z
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 niggaz can't stop us, and fade us
Shady-ass niggaz can't stand to ya
the Tek connects to ya

Swift as a cheetah when I'm ya
I betcha I won't let ya escape, face the real on
They're trained to kill, beyond the 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 get lit and blown

At the end the lights go out so they do
I'm a L B C on through, true
Demandin' my respect, respect is I've given
So respect is what I
The money got me driven to the point of no
So the streets I roam catch chrome to the dome
Of this black 45 caliber glock gat, gun, or pistol
Whistle, and watch all my homeboys

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

With subjects all subject to harm, when I through
Who knew about the real I conceal?
And still, can you feel, the topic of the whole situation is
No hoe is a
If I my brain constructs to form knowledge to the max
Defeatin' and elevation set backs
We wax tracks and smack up who compose the violence

Bringin' drama, with no guidance
went deceived, somethin' up my sleeve to intrigue
And these MC's will be G's D P G's and, L B C's
When we do the do to you so go your crew
And who, wants to compete Techniec
Conflict will be

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

It's a sucker MC cookout
Look out, out now
Yeah, witcha bad self, out