Luyện nghe bài hát Brossface Brippler

[Intro: ? & Gunn]
It stop for him
on
Grr, ayo
'Cause he don't want you to know that you can on the water
Well, I'ma tell you now
Grr

1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Calabasas out in Calabasas
Tuck the MAC in, Off-White with the army patches
Allah save 'em, suede sweatsuit, Angels
Star spangled, Draco his head off from all angles
cool, hoodies bool, sipping Veuvo
My lil dropped out the first day of school
Dropped tears when I wrote my celly, slides
Romanelli hold the Desi, switch the bust to the gold Presi
Who that usually shoulder laying on?
Ten thousand dollar sofas, plug loafers from cobra
Handle rock Villanova, gave him cold shoulders
But the neck colder for TEC toter
Get the Lex chauffeur, yo (skr)
I dare one of y'all to on the Waverunners
Plain summer, hit the coast, his brains in the luggage
Make you suffer, but you it (ah)
Make you suffer, but you love it (boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Wayne bucking, chain tucking 'fore it's
You want a but you shook
My went to trial and got cooked
He should've looked both
I got off of cocaine
Yours never came back, a shame

2: Benny]
Yo, ay, look, my dog'll your throat for a brick of coke
He walked in the credit union, he slipped a note
A new Ferrari, ticket price, that's what my grossed
Illegal business, my off balance, and my blender broke
Griselda on another run, and major facts
And y'all put guns in hands of you know ain't gon' clap
I got the .38 on wearing Raiders black
We switch pistols, did missions, then back
Born in the era, in the '80s with the
Hit the and they cop with a baby in the stroller
Saw my family on drugs, that's what made me whip the
If I don't answer for the plug, gon' make him miss his quota
Uh huh, crazy, we came up from doing all this evil
Sold dope with so much cut that it clogged needles
And being real, for long, gon' be hard to equal
This for the who got on and fed all they people
My niggas stand up, my Glock shoot
Crime do pay, these Nike boxes not for space
Y'all got due dates, for one charge, did in two states
I put pictures of my up, applying toothpaste, uh
gon' be a real heartbreaker, and I stand by it
Can flying, blowing at your head like a hair
East side nigga, my hood full of Scarfaces
Guns in guitar cases, blood on a apron

[Verse 3: Rhymes]
I cut coke like I'm chopping beats, call me Mr. Walt, bae
Master, the chef, I'm cooking coke, they call me Bae
Bitches'll bag my crack I fuck 'em in a short stay
Niggas'll brag 'bout coke while I somersault the yay
Your coke good, but you a worker is what you're to say
At a hookah lounge with a serving coke, now sniff it off the tray
While I celebrate a this evening, pop the bottle cork and spray
Pipe bitch 'til she sleeping, show my bread, you'll be forced to pay
Cocked, now I'm letting off the K,
and shaping the predator
Better off the prey despite how they often pray
It's like I'm still bagging crack with
Blade accidentally split your
Blood up all in the perico, bendito
Sorry for all of you niggas that became victims we count your bread over mojitos
Fabulous imported fabrics when I'm in my street clothes
This motherfucker butter
Like I'm it on wheat toast
So bread the money bag swell up, we getting it in each loaf

Because he don't want you to that you can walk on the water
Well, I'ma you right now