Luyện nghe bài hát Brossface Brippler

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

1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, rocking Calabasas out in
Tuck the MAC in, Off-White fatigue with the patches
Allah save 'em, suede sweatsuit, Palm
Star spangled, Draco his head off from all angles
Alchemist cool, bool, sipping Veuvo
My lil nigga dropped out the day of school
tears when I wrote my celly, Louis slides
Doctor Romanelli hold the Desi, switch the bust to the gold
Who that nigga shoulder 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
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 yard but you
My went to trial and got cooked
He looked both ways
I got rich off of
Yours never back, what a shame

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

[Verse 3: Rhymes]
I cut coke like I'm chopping beats, they me Mr. Walt, bae
Master, the chef, I'm coke, they call me Salt Bae
Bitches'll bag my crack while I fuck 'em in a stay
brag 'bout flipping coke while I somersault the yay
Your coke good, but you a worker is what you're to say
At a hookah with a waitress serving coke, now sniff it off the tray
I celebrate a birth this evening, pop the bottle cork and spray
Pipe your '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 crack with Fredrico
Blade split your finger
Blood mixed up all in the perico,
Sorry for all of you that became victims while we count your bread over mojitos
Fabulous imported fabrics even when I'm in my street
motherfucker distribute butter
Like I'm spreading it on wheat
So much bread the money bag swell up, we getting it in each

Because he don't you to know that you can walk on the water
Well, tell you right now