Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Surgery

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

Everytime I come around niggaz look at me up and
What the fuck now? Do I gotta get
My stress is at its all high
I'm not impressed, with softees actin hard I gives a fuck less
Do I gotta his head up somethin surgical
Take em vertical, never tatum while the is full
Oh no! We gotta bleeda, meet the reaper
The ain't got no love for you, me neither
You don't a nigga like me to see ya, keep a heata
The way my demons want you dead wouldn't be ya
Joke's up, the G loc's up, so shut up
We gon' see how tough you be when we up
Talkin shit that a critic would til we visit his hood
Break his chop him down, split his wood
Time out, get him out the game
Fuck what anybody say, I can live with the
I came to master the and dish out pain
You can't weather the storm get out the
All my chant, die die
Dat all my in the van, bout the murda ride
And strive, when we collide ya be somewhere inside
Keep screamin fo yo 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 heavy
I'm bout to kill you, I give you a shot at the but you must be suicidal
Who's ya idol punk? Who's ya You wanna piece a this?
You can't this scandulous shit
Brain surgery you better me I need some therapy
For those who never hearda me you need a
Gotta be in ya head like purgery,
Concocted the evil rhyme inside the