Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Our Boys

Your is atrocious
Post is in your hypnosis
Then
this
And smoke
l's
Of that herb thats gaurenteed to rock bells
A hiphop refugee praswell
Travelin
Pimpin biddys
Game trump tight and

To get rid of
what I do to guys
Shootin and lies
I'm banished in
any instences
Brandishin
repentences
The only way to see me, miss these
Me and my crew smoke so many that
I piss
Never _my bitch
But keep smokin my system, roll it's all tight
On an off
I smoke like exaust pipes
And bust a flow
And blow your wig back niggas with toupe's
Drivin a
And further
I run the
Your shit is played and the way you fell off you bounce
Back a bungee cord

Bring boys in
We can the noise in
You don't wanna fuck with dirty
[repeat 4

My crew is a maze
Put fear ex-slaves
Who wanna step to this microphone and think that they
Dozen always the fuckin beef
I don't care if your from kansas I'm the fuckin chief
Back the fuck up I'm releasin my
Tell your whore stop me 9 1 1
I'm the
That they call
blunts with mel far (? ? )
In my new car
see me
Even if I was in arizona I'd request iced tea
Bizarre don't a shit about you
On top of the mountain ain't nothin your crew
Can do
Sick emcee that call peter
Treat your like an unexpected meter

Fuckin more shit than corsell
Butt-fuckin
In hotels

How you think your sound compared to this
It's the that your entire clique scared to diss
Demandin attention the glock sound
Y'all niggas to be murdered jeffery daumer on lock down
I'm like bobby, pullin hoe's like whitney
Take your title, kill moms so you won't forget me
Lips sealed nigga I might blow important
Whoever is gettin done like micheal jordan's pops
I'm number one translator my fame dirty d
Y'all niggas hung like this was 1933
Got of me
Now
you don't got a chance
Death is 3 easy so now we gotta dance
So away
Dont
the style master
I love killin beef so I kill a whole cow
Lyrically I'm sick, ill but sober
My nickle plate pack the _ jackin fool get over

Dirty dozen is the so I ran over and lit cha
Ripped the ass right out ya pants a dovermin pincha
Like the cobra and
My intentions to
And ya
enterin from the edge of my center
Or get your muthafuckin pants at the creases
Fuckin you intelectually givin you sexually transmited diseases
My is to keep a strange abard (? ? )
I guard my sector like a bernard
And ain't the yard
Bringin the like a trigger happy gun slinger
Droppin your whole clique with one
Til none
of my dogs attackin like a pack of great danes
Chargin freight trains
Through the plains