Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
they see the strap, they scatter
I got bitches busting out of their clothes Bruce Banner
I thick as Britannicas
, niggas the panic button
Breathing harder Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in of your people? I treat that ass like Evel Knievel
Crush bone in your cerebral,
I liters when I see you
give a fuck about who you is
I split on people, you're loony,
gonna get
You Can't this,
they that I will stop
My Glock have these hoes shaking like J Fox
we pop
, we smack
For that dope I find me a pipe to crack
'em bleedin' in the streets
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 behind Bishop
And I ain't Riverside
A police died
I fucked up stinging operation
By swarm in ass like a beehive
I havoc, you can't stop it
I it,
and walk with 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, talk me out of this massacre
And I be shootin' up his office with a
[Verse 2: Scoota]
Beef when I shucking and
They tucking the guns, we the knives
And Bizarre snatchin' the keys "Fuck it I'm Driving"
on the sidewalk park on your kids
On Bizzy's nuts cause driving
Kuniva waving an 5k niggas ducking and hiding
Swift fucking that gay-ass 23 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 shooters behind me I fuck up Verizon
You bitches looking soft with your flyers and your 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 fires, like I've been tossed in fire
For what will never be a cause I shut shit down
On your block with the hammers like talk that shit now!
Got a kush habit, person who I fuck with
Gun fetish, I fucks rounds,
every I fucks with's down
And for one hand, she dick now
She on smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut drip down
Ever since I was a young buck I money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another fucking
This is what happens, this is a chain 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 I was class skippin'
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
member, 39th chamber
Sunni Muslim, out here living foul
Pray 5 times a day, eat a pig and a cow, WOW
Robber with no mask, broken arm no cast
Oak Park School, EP and Thad
as ice, matter of fact, I'm too cool
Strangle you with an tube (uh.)
a nigga's 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 have no fucking (bitch!)
Drink water, be smart; Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they coming after (hahaha!)
Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, 2
2 middle fingers, and I'm "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 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 brotherhood, live from the east side
A murder is taking place, we ride when the G's ride
So off with head, I leave you coughing up red fluid
I'll do it, police interfere then officer dead
I swear, let me hear you to the feds
And I'mma get your brother shanked for a carton of
you down like the kilo
On wedding day climb out from under the gazebo
Pull you out of tuxedo
Drunk at the with some clean hoes 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, in front of your cousin (oh shit!)
Tell your mom to wantin' my lovin'
Put a shot into a chick's stomach, put one in her oven
I'll milk carton your little niece, yeah the missin'
I'm dead but you just dead, big difference!
Chunky 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!)
where them bitches at, pimp shit and bring the bread
Meet me in the back room and tell your girl I need some (right now!)
You don't a problem, street sweeper hit your dingy ass
the four fifths or greet him at the door with your friendly ass
Now rockin' with a crazed nigga, cap over the face
nigga, K splitter, grave digger
Y'all a bunch of bitches
Now the flyin'
The old G's will tell you, wet is the best kind