Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when see the strap, they scatter
I got busting out of their clothes like Bruce Banner
I thick as Britannicas
, niggas push the panic
Breathing harder Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of your people? I treat that ass like Knievel
every bone in your cerebral,
I drink when I see you
Don't give a about who you is
I split on people, you're loony,
gonna get
You Can't this,
they pray I will stop
My Glock have these hoes like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we smack
For that dope I find me a pipe to heads
Leave 'em bleedin' in the
And you can see me leaving the scene with cleats
You can follow these feet and me in the alley
no hiding
and I'mma creep you from like Bishop
And I yelling Riverside
A police died
I fucked up they stinging
By swarm in their ass a beehive
I cause havoc, you can't it
I it,
and walk caution tape in my back pocket
off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk more shit
Than Milanokis and knock me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, can't me out of this massacre
And I be shootin' up his with a Calico
[Verse 2: Scoota]
when I shucking and driving
They the guns, we tucking the knives
And Bizarre snatchin' the keys "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the sidewalk park on your
On nuts cause he's driving
Kuniva an empty 5k niggas ducking and hiding
fucking that gay-ass 23 sounds so fucking surprising
Wentworth, my having discussions of diving
Party City, spend a of bucks on disguises
I'm so far away, to I'm on the horizon,
network of behind me like I fuck up Verizon
You bitches looking soft with your flyers and softer tires
Have your fingernails of with pliers
Well off with tires, leave my exhaust with fires
Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the of tires
Boss with fires, like I've tossed in fire
For what will never be a task cause I shut down
On your with the hammers like talk that fuck shit now!
Got a kush habit, person who I fuck with
Gun fetish, I fucks rounds,
bitch I fucks with's down
And for one hand, she suck now
She on some smut now, or met a boy with a nut drip down
since I was a young buck I kept money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another fucking
This is happens, this is a fucking chain reaction (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you at the captain!
Come get this ass-kicking, Bizarre party and join the ass licking
I'm past trippin, went to high school I was class skippin'
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
Wu-Tang member, 39th
Muslim, out here living real foul
Pray 5 a day, then eat a pig and a cow, WOW
Robber with no mask, arm with no cast
Oak High School, EP and Thad
Cold as ice, matter of fact, I'm too
you with an inner tube (uh.)
Check a nigga's oil I work for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!)
Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass a dart
And how you owing, you ain't gonna have no fucking heart (bitch!)
water, be smart; Fuck Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they coming after (hahaha!)
of the Dozen, motherfucker, part 2
2 middle fingers, and I'm "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we down for a fight
And we throw them letters up quicker than Vanna White
on Sprite, me and Tina 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 it's on, the only question is whose car we taking? (Let's go!)
That's brotherhood, live from the east side
A murder fest is taking place, we ride when the G's
So off with head, I leave you coughing up red fluid
I'll do it, interfere then it's officer dead
I swear, let me you talk to the feds
And I'mma get your brother shanked for a carton of
Break you down like the
On your wedding day climb out under the gazebo
you out of your tuxedo
Drunk at the casino with some clean and clean clothes
With a pack of goons and every picture is the mean (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 into a pregnant chick's stomach, put one in her
I'll milk carton your niece, yeah the bitch missin'
I'm dead but you just dead, big difference!
rings on the finger leave a bunch of imprints
Body in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a of incense (ewww)
I see dead people The Sixth Sense
They around alive and they don't even know they're dead until the 5th hit (fuck!)
Nigga them bitches at, pimp shit and bring the bread
Meet me in the back room and tell your I need some head (right now!)
You don't a problem, street sweeper hit your dingy ass
With the four fifths or greet him at the door with your ass
Now rockin' with a crazed nigga, stocking cap over the
nigga, K splitter, grave digger
Y'all a bunch of coochy-actin'
Now the flyin'
The old G's will tell you, wet is the best kind