Luyện nghe bài hát Brossface Brippler

[Intro: ? & Gunn]
It doesn't 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, rocking Calabasas out in
Tuck the MAC in, fatigue with the army patches
save 'em, suede sweatsuit, Palm Angels
Star spangled, Draco blew his head off all angles
Alchemist cool, hoodies bool, Veuvo
My lil nigga dropped out the first day of
Dropped tears when I my celly, Louis slides
Doctor hold the Desi, switch the bust to the gold Presi
Who that nigga shoulder laying on?
Ten thousand sofas, plug loafers made from cobra
rock like Villanova, gave him cold shoulders
But the neck colder for TEC toter
Get the Lex chauffeur, yo (skr)
I dare one of to step on the Waverunners
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 but you shook
My went to trial and got cooked
He looked both ways
I got off of cocaine
Yours came back, what a shame

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

[Verse 3: Busta
I cut coke I'm chopping beats, they call me Mr. Walt, bae
Master, the chef, I'm cooking coke, call me Salt Bae
Bitches'll bag my while I fuck 'em in a short stay
Niggas'll brag 'bout flipping coke while I the yay
Your coke good, but you a worker is what you're to say
At a hookah lounge with a waitress serving coke, now sniff it off the
I celebrate a birth this evening, pop the bottle cork and spray
Pipe your bitch 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 despite how kneeling they often pray
It's like I'm still bagging crack with
accidentally split your finger
Blood mixed up all in the perico,
Sorry for all of you niggas became victims while we count your bread over mojitos
Fabulous imported even when I'm in my street clothes
motherfucker distribute butter
Like I'm spreading it on toast
So much bread the money bag swell up, we it in each loaf

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