Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Our Boys

Your fakeness is
is deep in your hypnosis
Then
Roll
And this
l's
Of bomb-ass herb thats gaurenteed to rock bells
A refugee like praswell
Travelin
Pimpin babblin
Game tight and solidified

To get rid of
Know I do to guys
Shootin and lies
I'm in exisdence
Vanishin any
sentences
Proovin
The only way to see me, don't miss
Me and my smoke so many trees 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 universal
And your wig back like niggas with toupe's
a convertable
And further
I run the
Your shit is and the way you fell off you coulnt bounce
Back with a cord

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

My is like a maze
Put fear ex-slaves
Who wanna step to microphone and think that they brave
Dozen always startin the fuckin
I don't care if your from I'm killin the fuckin chief
Back the fuck up I'm my dumb-dumbs
Tell your stop pagin me 9 1 1
I'm the
That call bizarre
Smokin blunts mel far (? ? )
In my new car
see me
Even if I was in arizona I'd still request tea
Bizarre don't a shit about you
On top of the ain't nothin your bitch-ass crew
Can do
Sick emcee that they peter
Treat your crew like an unexpected

Fuckin more shit than corsell
Butt-fuckin
In hotels

How you think your sound compared to this
It's the team that your entire clique scared to
Demandin when the glock sound
Y'all niggas to be murdered like daumer on lock down
I'm brown like bobby, hoe's like whitney
Take your title, kill moms so you won't forget me
Lips nigga I might blow important plots
Whoever fronts is done like micheal jordan's pops
Sure I'm number one my fame dirty d
Y'all niggas gettin hung like was 1933
Got of me
Now
Cause you don't got a
Death is 3 easy steps so now we gotta
So look
Dont
With the style
I killin beef so I kill a whole cow pasture
I'm sick, ill everything but sober
My nickle pack the _ jackin fool get fucked over

Dirty dozen is the clique so I ran and lit cha
Ripped the ass right out ya pants like a pincha
Like the and ninja
My intentions to
And ya
enterin from the edge of my center
Or get muthafuckin pants split at the creases
you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseases
My duty is to keep a abard (? ? )
I guard my sector like a saint
And this the yard
Bringin the noise like a happy gun slinger
your whole clique with one finger
Til none
Beware of my dogs attackin a pack of great danes
Chargin freight trains
Through the plains