Luyện nghe bài hát Brossface Brippler

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

1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, rocking Calabasas out in
the MAC in, Off-White fatigue with the army patches
Allah save 'em, sweatsuit, Palm Angels
Star spangled, Draco his head off from all angles
Alchemist cool, bool, sipping Veuvo
My lil dropped out the first day of school
Dropped tears I wrote my celly, Louis slides
Doctor Romanelli hold the Desi, switch the bust to the gold
Who that nigga usually laying on?
Ten thousand dollar sofas, plug made 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 step on the
Plain summer, hit the west coast, his brains in the
you suffer, but you love it (ah)
Make you suffer, but you love it (boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Wayne bucking, tucking 'fore it's took
You want a yard but you
My went to trial and got cooked
He should've both ways
I got rich off of
Yours never back, what a shame

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

[Verse 3: Rhymes]
I cut coke I'm chopping beats, they call me Mr. Walt, bae
Master, the chef, I'm coke, they call me Salt Bae
Bitches'll bag my while I fuck 'em in a short stay
brag 'bout flipping coke while I somersault the yay
Your coke good, but you a is what you're supposed to say
At a hookah lounge with a waitress serving coke, now it off the tray
While I celebrate a birth evening, pop the bottle cork and spray
Pipe your bitch 'til she sleeping, show my bread, you'll be to pay
Cocked, now I'm letting off the K,
Molding and the predator
Better off the despite how kneeling they often pray
It's like I'm still crack with Fredrico
Blade split your finger
Blood mixed up all in the perico,
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
motherfucker distribute butter
Like I'm it on wheat toast
So much the money bag swell up, we getting it in each loaf

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