Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when see the strap, they scatter
I got bitches busting out of their clothes like Bruce
I roll as Britannicas
, niggas the panic button
harder than Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in of your people? I treat that ass like Evel Knievel
every bone in your cerebral,
I drink liters I see you
give a fuck about who you is
I split on your people, loony,
get Uzi-fed
You Can't this,
they pray that I stop
My Glock have these shaking like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we smack
For that I find me a pipe to crack heads
'em bleedin' in the streets
And you can see me leaving the scene bloody cleats
You can follow these feet and meet me in the
no hiding
and I'mma creep you from behind like
And I ain't Riverside
A police died
I fucked up stinging operation
By in their ass like a beehive
I cause havoc, you can't it
I it,
and with caution tape in my back pocket
High off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk more
Andy Milanokis and knock me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, can't talk me out of this
And I be shootin' up his with a Calico
2: Fuzz Scoota]
Beef I shucking and driving
They the guns, we tucking the knives
And Bizarre snatchin' the keys "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the park on your kids
On Bizzy's nuts cause he's
Kuniva an empty 5k niggas ducking and hiding
Swift fucking that 23 sounds so fucking surprising
Wentworth, my having discussions of diving
Party City, spend a couple of on disguises
I'm so far away, to I'm on the horizon,
network of shooters me like I fuck up Verizon
You bitches looking soft with your and your softer tires
Have your fingernails ripped of pliers
Well off with tires, leave my initial exhaust fires
donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of tires
Boss fires, like I've been tossed in fire
For what will never be a task I shut shit down
On your block with the hammers like talk fuck shit now!
Got a kush habit, who I fuck with pounds
Gun fetish, I with rounds,
every bitch I with's down
And for one hand, she dick now
She on some smut now, or met a boy with a nut drip down
Ever since I was a buck I kept money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is to be another fucking stabber
This is what happens, this is a fucking reaction (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you at the captain!
Come get this ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and the ass licking
I'm past trippin, never went to high school I was skippin'
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
member, 39th chamber
Sunni Muslim, out living real foul
5 times a day, then eat a pig and a cow, WOW
Robber with no mask, broken arm no cast
Oak Park High School, EP and
Cold as ice, matter of fact, I'm too
Strangle you an inner tube (uh.)
Check a nigga's oil 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 no fucking heart (bitch!)
Drink water, be smart; Superman, be Clark!
The animals, they coming after dark (hahaha!)
of the Dozen, motherfucker, part 2
2 fingers, and I'm sayin' "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we always down for a
And we throw them letters up quicker fuckin' Vanna White
Hennessy on Sprite, me and no ice
(Bite a nigga's ear off) 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 whose car we (Let's go!)
That's called brotherhood, from the east side
A murder fest is taking place, we ride the G's ride
So off your head, I leave you coughing up red fluid
I'll do it, interfere then it's officer dead
I swear, let me hear you talk to the
And I'mma get your brother shanked for a of squares
you down like the kilo
On your wedding day climb out from under the
Pull you out of your
Drunk at the casino with some clean and clean clothes
With a pack of goons and picture is the mean pose (Yes ma'am)
Return of the Dozen, for thinking shit
I'll put one in your muffin, right in front of your (oh shit!)
Tell your mom to stop wantin' my
Put a into 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 on the finger leave a bunch of imprints
in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a bunch of incense (ewww)
I see people like The Sixth Sense
They walk alive and they don't even know they're dead until the 5th hit (fuck!)
where them bitches at, pimp shit and bring the bread
Meet me in the back room and your girl 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 your friendly ass
Now rockin' with a crazed nigga, cap over the face
Made nigga, K splitter, digger
Y'all a bunch of bitches
Now the flyin'
The old G's will tell you, wet is the best kind