Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when they see the strap, scatter
I got bitches busting out of their clothes like Banner
I roll thick as
, niggas the panic button
Breathing than Darth Vader,
I confront em
Stunting in front of your people? I treat that ass like Knievel
Crush every bone in cerebral,
I liters when I see you
Don't a fuck about who you is
I split on people, you're loony,
get Uzi-fed
You touch this,
they pray that I stop
My have these hoes shaking like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we heads
For that dope I me a pipe to crack heads
Leave 'em bleedin' in the
And you can see me leaving the with bloody cleats
You can follow these feet and me in the alley
no hiding
and creep you from behind like Bishop
And I yelling Riverside
A lotta police
I up they stinging operation
By in their 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 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 tucking the guns, we the knives
And Bizarre the keys like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the park on your kids
On Bizzy's nuts he's driving
Kuniva waving an empty 5k niggas and hiding
Swift that gay-ass 23 sounds so fucking 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 bitches looking soft with flyers and your softer tires
Have your fingernails ripped of pliers
Well off with tires, my initial exhaust with fires
Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of
Boss with fires, like I've been in fire
For what will never be a cause I shut shit down
On your block the hammers like talk that fuck shit now!
Got a kush habit, person who I fuck pounds
Gun fetish, I fucks rounds,
every bitch I with's down
And for one hand, she dick now
She on some shit now, or met a boy with a nut drip down
Ever since I was a young buck I kept money the matress
This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be fucking stabber
This is what happens, this is a chain reaction (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you at the captain!
get this ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and join the ass licking
I'm past trippin, never went to high school I was class
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
member, 39th chamber
Sunni Muslim, out here living foul
5 times a day, then eat a pig and a cow, WOW
Robber with no mask, arm with no cast
Oak Park High School, EP and
Cold as ice, of fact, I'm too cool
you with an inner tube (uh.)
Check a nigga's oil like I work for 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 Fuck 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 down for a fight
And we throw them letters up quicker fuckin' Vanna White
on Sprite, me and Tina 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 on, the only 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 with your head, I leave you up red fluid
I'll do it, police interfere then it's dead
I swear, let me hear you talk to the
And I'mma get your brother shanked for a of squares
Break you down the kilo
On your wedding day climb out under the gazebo
Pull you out of tuxedo
Drunk at the casino with some clean hoes and clothes
With a pack of and every picture is the mean pose (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 mom to stop wantin' my lovin'
Put a into a pregnant chick's stomach, put one in her oven
milk carton your 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 trunk stinkin', lightin' a bunch of (ewww)
I see dead like 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, shit and bring the bread
Meet me in the back room and tell your I need some head (right now!)
You don't want a problem, street sweeper hit 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
Made nigga, K splitter, grave
Y'all a of coochy-actin' bitches
Now the checks
The old G's will tell you, wet is the best kind