Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when they see the strap, scatter
I got busting out of their clothes like Bruce Banner
I roll thick as
, niggas the panic button
harder than Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of people? I treat that ass like Evel Knievel
Crush bone in your cerebral,
I liters when I see you
Don't give a fuck who you is
I split on your people, loony,
gonna get
You touch this,
pray that I will stop
My have these hoes shaking like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we smack
For that dope I find me a pipe to heads
Leave 'em in the streets
And you can see me the scene with bloody cleats
You can follow these feet and meet me in the
There's no
and I'mma you from behind like Bishop
And I yelling Riverside
A lotta police
I fucked up stinging operation
By in their ass like a beehive
I cause havoc, you stop it
I it,
and walk with caution in my back pocket
High off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk more
Than Andy and knock me out a bouncer
I my counselor, can't talk me out of this massacre
And I be shootin' up his office with a
2: Fuzz Scoota]
Beef I shucking and driving
tucking the guns, we tucking 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
waving an empty 5k niggas ducking and hiding
Swift that gay-ass 23 sounds so fucking surprising
Wentworth, my niggas discussions of diving
City, spend a couple of bucks on disguises
I'm so far away, to I'm on the horizon,
network of shooters behind me like I up Verizon
You bitches looking soft with flyers and your softer tires
Have your fingernails ripped of pliers
Well off with tires, leave my initial exhaust fires
Doing donuts on your block, but the cost of tires
Boss with fires, like I've been tossed in
For what will never be a task cause I shut shit
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,
every bitch I with's down
And for one hand, she dick now
She on some smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut drip
Ever since I was a young I kept money under the matress
Dr. Dre, is gonna 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, party high and join the ass licking
I'm trippin, never went to high school I was class skippin'
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
Wu-Tang member, chamber
Muslim, out here living real 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
Cold as ice, matter of fact, I'm too
you with an inner tube (uh.)
Check a nigga's oil like I work for Jiffy (Stab a nigga!)
Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a
And how much you owing, you gonna have no fucking heart (bitch!)
water, be smart; Fuck Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they coming dark (hahaha!)
Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, 2
2 middle fingers, and I'm "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we down for a fight
And we throw letters 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 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 the east side
A murder fest is place, we ride when the G's ride
So off your head, I leave you coughing up red fluid
I'll do it, police then it's officer dead
I swear, let me you talk to the feds
And I'mma get your shanked for a carton of squares
Break you like the kilo
On your wedding day climb out under the gazebo
you out of your tuxedo
Drunk at the casino with some clean and clean clothes
With a of goons and every picture is the mean pose (Yes ma'am)
of the Dozen, for thinking shit sweet
I'll put one in your muffin, right in 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 little niece, yeah the bitch missin'
I'm dead 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 like The Sixth
They walk around alive and they don't even know 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 girl I need head (right now!)
You don't want a problem, street sweeper hit dingy ass
With the four fifths or greet him at the door your friendly ass
Now rockin' a crazed nigga, stocking cap over the face
Made nigga, K splitter, grave
Y'all a bunch of bitches
Now the flyin'
The old G's will tell you, wet is the best kind