Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe

1:

Never duck mother fucker repeat it
Never duck another mother
better delete it
put the cerebellum in mode
For real a foe can get
with what a know
Killa syllable
yo biblical ritual the to get rid
Of yo pain your pitiful game,
this is pain
Deep in the pit of yo let it rain
with a aim
Nigga lookin' for a spot to
the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
Buck instead I'm lookin for a cock to
Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a
You can do it but you blew it cause up
get your ride on nigga is you rock or
of luck,
you're really gonna need it heated
Mother fucker let the erupt, Box him up
I don't be the one
to get a meter in the gut
I be the one to hit'em with another milli
cut up In the middle I'm a little
And And I meant it
I said it you remember that?
(Hell fuckin' yeah)
you don't get in trouble
With a nigga the Teccanina
if lookin' like a enemy bust
We don't ever and take a minute
we

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Hey son what the are you duckin' from?
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They bets to fight every fuckin'one
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Say some around and some buckin' guns
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guns might result in you bussin' some
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2:

Never let a hatin' fucker
see ya
Bleed the chest no need
A fun day caper a Sunday
So I can read the I can dig it you can dig it
Put a nigga in the grave if he hate or
The loop of
a nigga if you steppin to me
You will never
if I start it Imma finish it
Run up on a mother
he fuckin' a chick
Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the
Wasn't a bit of evidence it's irrelevant
You got it yo nigga that's the luck of the grit
Bring pain 2 everyone in your face with the
You bury some its mother shame
we guns
If you don't you're insane or dumb
too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard), too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)
cause a nigga
A fuckin' round will spit
Fuckin' with the killa clown and shit.
If you really wanna do it nigga we can into
Put us up against some mother
and we runnin' it
Fuck a buck a nigga
if he think he's a
Meant I when I said it you remember
(hell mother yeah)
You wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the
if lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a
we jus,

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Hey son what the are you duckin' from?
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They bets to fight every fuckin'one
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Say some punks around and some buckin'
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Spray guns result in you bussin' some
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3:

Get sprayed by the 9 handgun
Now I'm on the out run
Flowin' the hot cooked will done
Fuckin' wit a insane warlord
wanna trip but they know
I'm too fuckin' hard
Deadly like a time bomb
Fuckin' me you think you were in Vietnam
When I explode aint nuttin
but remains for who are froze
For fuckin' wit a insane
Mentally mad mother fuckin' mad man
is out to
Sinkin' punks quick sand
droppin' and
Any punk that up bring a body bag
If you get fucked up
There it is you bitch made
start runnin'
When I'm with the trigga
of an uzi a gauge
Really don't matter suckas die
the shot gun scatter
From 2 block, hood 2 hood
Street 2 street boy you fuck with me
So 4 those who chose 2 jump up and shit
Admit ya bitch your ass got lit
I don't be the one
to get a milla in the gut
I be the one to hit'em with another milli
cut up In the middle I'm a sick
And different And I it
I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother yeah)
You don't get in trouble
a nigga like the Teccanina
if lookin' like a enemy bust
We ever stop and take a minute
we just

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Hey son what the are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to every fuckin'one
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Say some punks around and some buckin'
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guns might result in you bussin' some
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