Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when they see the strap, they
I got bitches out of their clothes like Bruce Banner
I roll as Britannicas
, push the panic button
Breathing harder Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of your people? I treat that ass like Evel
Crush bone in your cerebral,
I drink liters I see you
Don't give a fuck who you is
I split on your people, loony,
gonna get
You touch this,
they pray I will stop
My have these hoes shaking like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we smack
For that dope I find me a to crack heads
Leave 'em bleedin' in the
And you can see me the scene with bloody cleats
You can follow feet and meet me in the alley
no hiding
and I'mma creep you from like Bishop
And I yelling Riverside
A lotta police
I fucked up they stinging
By swarm in ass like a beehive
I havoc, you can't stop it
I it,
and walk with caution tape in my pocket
High off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk more
Than Andy Milanokis and knock me out a
I my counselor, can't talk me out of this massacre
And I be shootin' up his office with a
[Verse 2: Fuzz
Beef I shucking and driving
tucking the guns, we tucking the knives
And Bizarre snatchin' the like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the park on your kids
On Bizzy's nuts cause he's
Kuniva waving an empty 5k niggas and hiding
Swift fucking that gay-ass 23 sounds so surprising
Wentworth, my niggas discussions of diving
Party City, a couple of bucks on disguises
I'm so far away, to I'm on the horizon,
of shooters behind me like I fuck up Verizon
You looking soft with your flyers and your softer tires
Have your fingernails of with pliers
Well off tires, leave my initial exhaust with fires
Doing 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 cause I shut shit
On your with the hammers like talk that fuck shit now!
Got a kush habit, person who I with pounds
Gun fetish, I with rounds,
every bitch I fucks with's
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 buck I kept money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another stabber
is what happens, this is a fucking chain reaction (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you at the captain!
Come get this ass-kicking, party high and join the ass licking
I'm past trippin, never went to high school I was skippin'
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
Wu-Tang member, 39th
Sunni Muslim, out here living 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
as ice, matter of fact, I'm too cool
Strangle you with an inner (uh.)
Check a nigga's oil like I for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!)
a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a dart
And how you owing, you ain't gonna have no fucking heart (bitch!)
Drink water, be Fuck Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they after dark (hahaha!)
Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, 2
2 fingers, and I'm sayin' "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we down for a fight
And we throw them up quicker than fuckin' Vanna White
on Sprite, me and Tina no ice
(Bite a nigga's ear off) Bitch don't about Mike!
Yo, I'm down for my
So die for me, no (un-uh)
And when it's on, the question is whose car we taking? (Let's go!)
That's called brotherhood, live from the east
A murder is taking place, we ride when the G's ride
So off your head, I leave you coughing up red fluid
do it, police interfere then it's officer dead
I swear, let me hear you to the feds
And I'mma get brother shanked for a carton of squares
you down like the kilo
On your wedding day climb out under the gazebo
you out of your tuxedo
Drunk at the casino with some clean hoes and clean
With a pack of goons and every picture is the pose (Yes ma'am)
Return of the Dozen, for thinking shit
I'll put one in your muffin, right in front of cousin (oh shit!)
Tell mom to stop wantin' my lovin'
Put a shot into a chick's stomach, put one in her oven
I'll milk carton little niece, yeah the bitch missin'
I'm dead wrong but you dead, big difference!
Chunky rings on the leave a bunch of imprints
Body in the stinkin', lightin' a bunch of incense (ewww)
I see dead like The Sixth Sense
They walk around alive and they don't even know 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 fifths or greet him at the door with your friendly ass
Now rockin' with a crazed nigga, stocking cap over the
Made nigga, K splitter, digger
Y'all a of coochy-actin' bitches
Now the checks
The old G's will you, wet pussy is the best kind