Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when they see the strap, scatter
I got busting out of their clothes like Bruce Banner
I roll thick as
, push the panic button
Breathing than Darth Vader,
I confront em
Stunting in front of people? I treat that ass like Evel Knievel
Crush bone in your cerebral,
I liters when I see you
Don't give a about who you is
I split on people, you're loony,
gonna get
You touch this,
they that I will stop
My Glock have these hoes like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we smack
For dope I find me a pipe to crack heads
Leave 'em bleedin' in the
And you can see me leaving the scene bloody cleats
You can follow these and meet me in the alley
There's no
and I'mma creep you from behind like
And I ain't yelling
A lotta died
I up they stinging operation
By swarm in their ass a beehive
I havoc, you can't stop it
I it,
and walk with caution in my back pocket
High off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk shit
Than Andy Milanokis and me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, talk me out of this massacre
And I be shootin' up his office with a
[Verse 2: Scoota]
Beef when I and driving
They tucking the guns, we the knives
And Bizarre snatchin' the keys "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the sidewalk park on your
On Bizzy's cause he's driving
Kuniva waving an 5k niggas ducking and hiding
Swift that gay-ass 23 sounds so fucking surprising
Wentworth, my niggas discussions of diving
Party City, spend a couple of bucks on
I'm so far away, to I'm on the horizon,
network of shooters behind me like I fuck up
You bitches looking with your flyers and your softer tires
Have your fingernails ripped of pliers
Well off with tires, leave my initial exhaust with
donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of tires
Boss with fires, like I've tossed in fire
For what will never be a task cause I shut shit
On your block with the hammers like that fuck shit now!
Got a habit, person who I fuck with pounds
Gun fetish, I fucks rounds,
every I fucks with's down
And for one hand, she suck now
She on some smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut down
since I was a young buck I kept money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is to be another fucking stabber
is what happens, this is a fucking chain reaction (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you at the captain!
get this ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and join the ass licking
I'm past trippin, never went to high school I was class
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
member, 39th chamber
Sunni Muslim, out here living real
Pray 5 times a day, eat a pig and a cow, WOW
Robber with no mask, arm with no cast
Oak Park High School, EP and
as ice, matter of fact, I'm too cool
Strangle you with an tube (uh.)
Check a oil like I work for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!)
a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a dart
And how much you owing, you ain't gonna have no fucking (bitch!)
water, be smart; Fuck Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they after dark (hahaha!)
of the Dozen, motherfucker, part 2
2 fingers, and I'm sayin' "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we down for a fight
And we throw them letters up than fuckin' Vanna White
Hennessy on Sprite, me and no ice
(Bite a ear off) Bitch don't forget about Mike!
Yo, I'm for my niggas
So die for me, no (un-uh)
And when it's on, the only question is car we taking? (Let's go!)
That's brotherhood, live from the east side
A murder fest is place, we ride when the G's ride
So off with your head, I you coughing up red fluid
I'll do it, police interfere it's officer dead
I swear, let me hear you to the feds
And I'mma get your brother shanked for a of squares
Break you down like the
On your day climb out from under the gazebo
Pull you out of tuxedo
Drunk at the casino with clean hoes and clean clothes
With a pack of and every picture is the mean pose (Yes ma'am)
Return of the Dozen, for shit sweet
I'll put one in your muffin, right in of your cousin (oh shit!)
your mom to stop wantin' my lovin'
Put a shot a pregnant chick's stomach, put one in her oven
I'll milk carton little niece, yeah the bitch missin'
I'm wrong but you just dead, big difference!
Chunky rings on the finger leave a bunch of
Body in the trunk stinkin', a bunch of incense (ewww)
I see people like The Sixth Sense
They walk around alive and they don't even know they're until the 5th hit (fuck!)
Nigga where them bitches at, pimp shit and bring the
Meet me in the back and tell your girl I need some head (right now!)
You don't want a problem, street sweeper hit your ass
With the four fifths or greet him at the door your friendly ass
Now with a crazed nigga, stocking cap over the face
Made nigga, K splitter, digger
Y'all a bunch of coochy-actin'
Now the checks
The old G's will tell you, wet pussy is the kind