Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

1: Swift]
A canon,
when they see the strap, they
I got busting out of their clothes like Bruce Banner
I thick as Britannicas
, niggas push the panic
harder than Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of your I treat that ass like Evel Knievel
every bone in your cerebral,
I drink liters I see you
Don't give a about who you is
I split on your people, loony,
get Uzi-fed
You Can't this,
they pray that I will
My Glock have hoes shaking like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we heads
For that dope I find me a to crack heads
Leave 'em bleedin' in the
And you can see me leaving the scene with cleats
You can follow these feet and meet me in the
There's no
and I'mma creep you from like Bishop
And I ain't Riverside
A police died
I fucked up they operation
By swarm in ass like a beehive
I cause havoc, you can't it
I it,
and walk with tape in my back pocket
High off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma more shit
Andy Milanokis and knock me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, can't me out of this massacre
And I be shootin' up his office with a
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Beef when I and driving
They tucking the guns, we the knives
And snatchin' the keys like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the sidewalk park on your
On Bizzy's nuts cause driving
Kuniva waving an 5k niggas ducking and hiding
Swift that gay-ass 23 sounds so fucking surprising
Wentworth, my niggas having discussions of
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 and your softer tires
Have fingernails ripped of with pliers
off with tires, leave my initial exhaust with fires
Doing donuts on your block, but the cost of tires
Boss with fires, like I've been in fire
For what never be a task cause I shut shit down
On your block with the hammers like talk that fuck now!
Got a kush habit, person who I with pounds
Gun fetish, I fucks rounds,
bitch 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 drip
Ever since I was a young buck I money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another 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 join the ass
I'm past trippin, never went to school I was class skippin'
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
Wu-Tang member, 39th
Sunni Muslim, out here living real
Pray 5 times a day, eat a pig and a cow, WOW
with no mask, broken arm with no cast
Oak High School, EP and Thad
Cold as ice, matter of fact, I'm too
Strangle you an inner tube (uh.)
Check a oil like I work for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!)
Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a
And how much you owing, you ain't gonna no fucking heart (bitch!)
Drink water, be smart; Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, coming after dark (hahaha!)
of the Dozen, motherfucker, part 2
2 middle fingers, and I'm "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we always down for a
And we throw letters up quicker than fuckin' 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 when on, the only question is whose car we taking? (Let's go!)
That's called brotherhood, live from the east
A murder fest is taking place, we when the G's ride
So off with your head, I leave you coughing up red
I'll do it, police interfere it's officer dead
I swear, let me you talk to the feds
And I'mma get your shanked for a carton of squares
you down like the kilo
On your day climb out from under the gazebo
Pull you out of tuxedo
Drunk at the casino with some clean hoes and 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, in front of your cousin (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 your niece, yeah the bitch missin'
I'm wrong but you just dead, big difference!
Chunky rings on the finger leave a of imprints
Body in the stinkin', lightin' a bunch of incense (ewww)
I see dead people The Sixth Sense
They walk around and they don't even know they're dead 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 a problem, street sweeper hit your dingy ass
With the four fifths or greet him at the door your friendly ass
Now with a crazed nigga, stocking cap over the face
nigga, K splitter, grave digger
Y'all a of coochy-actin' bitches
Now the flyin'
The old G's will tell you, wet pussy is the best