Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when they see the strap, they
I got bitches busting out of their clothes like Banner
I roll as Britannicas
, niggas push the button
Breathing harder Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of your I treat that ass like Evel Knievel
Crush every 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 pray that I 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 in the streets
And you can see me leaving the scene with bloody
You can follow these feet and meet me in the
There's no
and I'mma creep you from behind Bishop
And I ain't yelling
A police died
I up they stinging operation
By swarm in their ass 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 more shit
Than Andy and knock me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, can't talk me out of massacre
And I be shootin' up his office a Calico
[Verse 2: Scoota]
Beef I shucking and driving
They the guns, we tucking the knives
And Bizarre the keys like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
on the sidewalk 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 having discussions of
City, spend a couple of bucks on disguises
I'm so far away, to I'm on the horizon,
network of shooters me like I fuck up Verizon
You bitches looking soft with your flyers and your softer
Have your fingernails ripped of with
Well off with tires, my initial exhaust with fires
Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the of tires
Boss with fires, like I've tossed in fire
For what will never be a task I shut shit down
On your with the hammers like talk that fuck shit now!
Got a kush habit, who I fuck 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 buck 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, Bizarre high and join the ass licking
I'm past trippin, never went to high I was class skippin'
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
Wu-Tang member, chamber
Sunni Muslim, out here living real
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
Cold as ice, of fact, I'm too cool
Strangle you with an tube (uh.)
Check a oil like I work for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!)
a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a dart
And how much you owing, you ain't gonna have no heart (bitch!)
Drink water, be Fuck Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they coming dark (hahaha!)
Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, 2
2 fingers, and I'm sayin' "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we always for a fight
And we throw them letters up quicker than fuckin' 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 it's on, the 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 hear you talk to the
And I'mma get your brother shanked for a carton of
Break you down the kilo
On your wedding day climb out from under the
Pull you out of your
Drunk at the casino with clean hoes and clean clothes
With a pack of goons and every picture is the pose (Yes ma'am)
Return of the Dozen, for thinking shit
put one in your muffin, right 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 your little niece, yeah the bitch missin'
I'm dead but you just dead, big difference!
Chunky rings on the finger leave a bunch of
in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a bunch of incense (ewww)
I see people like The Sixth Sense
They walk around alive and they don't even know they're dead the 5th hit (fuck!)
Nigga where them bitches at, pimp shit and bring the
Meet me in the back room and tell your 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 with your friendly ass
Now rockin' with a nigga, stocking cap over the face
Made nigga, K splitter, grave
Y'all a bunch of bitches
Now the checks
The old G's will you, wet pussy is the best kind