Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Surgery

Uh Uh, Oh,
It to this now huh?
We gotta cut mothafuckas like this now
Uh uh, what? hey yo hey yo hey yo

Everytime I around niggaz look at me up and down
What the fuck now? Do I gotta get
My stress is at its all time
I'm just not impressed, with softees actin hard I gives a fuck
Do I gotta open his head up surgical
Take em vertical, never tatum while the is full
Oh no! We gotta bleeda, bitch the reaper
The ain't got no love for you, me neither
You don't want a nigga me to see ya, keep a heata
The way my demons you dead wouldn't wanna be ya
up, the G loc's up, so what shut up
We gon' see how tough you be we roll up
Talkin more that a critic would til we visit his hood
his limbs chop him down, split his wood
Time out, get him out the game
Fuck anybody say, I can live with the fame
I came to master the game and dish out
You can't weather the get out the rain
All my chant, die die
Dat all my killaz in the van, bout the ride
And strive, when we collide ya better be inside
screamin fo yo life can't look a demon in the eye

You, you, you too light in the ass to try to step in the ring with a weight
I'm bout to kill you, I you a shot at the title but you must be suicidal
ya idol punk? Who's ya idol? You wanna piece a this?
You can't this scandulous shit
Brain surgery you better murder me I need some
For those who never hearda me you need a
Gotta be in ya like purgery, purgatory
Concocted the evil rhyme inside the