Luyện nghe bài hát Box Cutters

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Gambino..
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P..
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Nuttin but that MOB
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Nuttin but This Hard

"Infamous it on ya forehead baby,
niggas be acting like shit is all
Load up the 4-5 bout to get
I'm in the street everyday Dunn i run this
Smokin' icky Dunn i cant feel my face
Shit be laced, Let me hit it again..
Sid Roam it Poppin Dunn they did it again
While kick true facts shootouts black mac's
ask around the way, niggas know i did
pump drugs all night rockin a ski
We longer than all these Frank heads
Take leds feds that like to break bread
Chicken-Heads thast part of my M.O
R.I.P. to My nigga in
Ya for Twin I Got Tons of Ammo
in The Streets Everyday yall forced to lay Low

I been through threats, Tec's [or sounds like Im to threats, tec's]
Pull out Tec's and Let [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The world

It's My To Shine
I sparkle a Razor
My like a Box Cutta
Box Masta

I been threats, Tec's
Pull out and Let Blecks
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

It's My Turn To
I Like a Razor
My like a Box Cutta
Box Masta

P a Bullshit
I Run the comb through the and find my target,
..Comb the Hood.
his apartment, Infamous Wildlife
You food in the forest, this MOB shit..
a Riddle take him to the hospital
Whats Black with the Sheet and Red All Over?
Over here's War, You Just another Soldier
I around the world, but America is Colder..
Much More Fowl, More Wild
The Chopper Chop, The Popper Go Pow
This ain't no Shit this is Right Now
I transcend Time This is Two Thousand
Ya Need a Hard smack in the Back a ya
This system Corrupt, wake up Kid
Cause there's we can do cept spread the word
And then one day we can all the world..

& Scarface
Do it to def, How we gone do it, do it to def.
& Havoc
Do it to the def, How we gone do it, do it to The def.
& Bravo
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to def.
On the East and Coast
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to The def.

I been threats, Tec's [or sounds like Im to adress threats, tec's]
Pull out and Let Blecks [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

My Turn To Shine
I sparkle Like a
My Style a Box Cutta
Box Masta

I been threats, Tec's
Pull out Tec's and Let
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

My Turn To Shine
I sparkle a Razor
My Style like a Box
Box Cutta