Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when they see the strap, scatter
I got bitches busting out of clothes like Bruce Banner
I thick as Britannicas
, niggas push the panic
Breathing harder than Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of your people? I treat that ass Evel Knievel
Crush bone in your cerebral,
I drink when I see you
give a fuck about who you is
I split on your people, loony,
get Uzi-fed
You Can't this,
pray that I will stop
My have these hoes shaking like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we heads
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 meet me in the
There's no
and I'mma creep you behind like Bishop
And I ain't Riverside
A police died
I fucked up they stinging
By in their ass like a beehive
I havoc, you can't stop it
I it,
and with caution tape in my back pocket
off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk 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 with a
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Beef I shucking and driving
They the guns, we tucking the knives
And Bizarre snatchin' the keys "Fuck it I'm Driving"
on the sidewalk 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 having discussions of
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 of with pliers
Well off tires, leave my initial exhaust with fires
Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of
with fires, like I've been tossed in fire
For what never be a task cause I shut shit down
On your block with the hammers like talk that shit now!
Got a kush habit, who I fuck with pounds
Gun fetish, I fucks rounds,
every bitch I fucks with's
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 I kept money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another fucking
This is what happens, this is a fucking reaction (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you at the captain!
Come get ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and join the ass licking
I'm past trippin, went to high school I was class skippin'
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
Wu-Tang member, 39th
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 Park School, EP and Thad
Cold as ice, of fact, I'm too cool
Strangle you an inner tube (uh.)
Check a nigga's oil like I for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!)
Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass a dart
And how much you owing, you ain't gonna have no fucking (bitch!)
water, be smart; Fuck Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, coming after dark (hahaha!)
Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, 2
2 fingers, and I'm sayin' "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we always down for a
And we throw them letters up quicker than Vanna White
on Sprite, me and Tina 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 only question is whose car we (Let's go!)
That's called brotherhood, live from the east
A murder fest is place, we ride when the G's ride
So off with your head, I leave you coughing up red
do it, police interfere then it's officer dead
I swear, let me hear you talk to the
And I'mma get brother shanked for a carton of squares
Break you down like the
On your day climb out from under the gazebo
you out of your tuxedo
Drunk at the casino with some hoes and clean clothes
a pack of goons and every picture is the mean pose (Yes ma'am)
Return of the Dozen, for thinking sweet
I'll put one in your muffin, in front of your cousin (oh shit!)
Tell mom to stop wantin' my lovin'
Put a shot into a pregnant chick's stomach, put one in her
I'll milk carton your little niece, the bitch missin'
I'm dead but you just dead, big difference!
Chunky rings on the finger leave a of imprints
Body in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a bunch of (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!)
Nigga where them bitches at, shit and bring the bread
me in the back room and tell your girl I need some head (right now!)
You want 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
Made nigga, K splitter, digger
Y'all a bunch of coochy-actin'
Now the flyin'
The old G's will tell you, wet pussy is the kind