Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when see the strap, they scatter
I got bitches busting out of their clothes like Bruce
I roll as Britannicas
, niggas push the panic
Breathing harder than Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of your people? I treat ass like Evel Knievel
Crush every bone in cerebral,
I drink when I see you
Don't give a about who you is
I split on people, you're loony,
gonna get
You touch this,
they that I will stop
My Glock have hoes shaking like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we heads
For that dope I find me a pipe to 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
no hiding
and I'mma you from behind like Bishop
And I ain't yelling
A lotta police
I fucked up they operation
By swarm in their ass a beehive
I cause havoc, you can't it
I it,
and walk with caution in my back pocket
High off oxycotin vodka, And talk more shit
Andy Milanokis 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 when I and driving
They tucking the guns, we the knives
And snatchin' the keys like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the park on your kids
On nuts cause he's driving
waving an empty 5k niggas ducking and hiding
Swift fucking that gay-ass 23 so fucking surprising
Wentworth, my having discussions of diving
Party City, a couple of bucks on disguises
I'm so far away, to I'm on the horizon,
network of shooters behind me like I fuck up
You bitches soft with your flyers and your softer tires
Have your fingernails ripped of pliers
Well off with tires, my initial exhaust with fires
donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of tires
Boss with fires, I've been tossed in fire
For what will never be a task cause I shut shit
On your block with the hammers talk that fuck shit now!
Got a kush habit, person who I fuck pounds
Gun fetish, I fucks rounds,
bitch I fucks with's down
And for one hand, she dick now
She on some smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut down
Ever since I was a buck I kept money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be fucking stabber
This is happens, this is a fucking 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 real
Pray 5 a day, then eat a pig and a cow, WOW
Robber with no mask, broken arm with no
Oak Park School, EP and Thad
as ice, matter of fact, I'm too cool
Strangle you with an inner (uh.)
Check a nigga's oil 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 no fucking heart (bitch!)
water, be smart; Fuck Superman, be Clark!
The animals, they coming after dark (hahaha!)
Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, 2
2 middle fingers, and I'm "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we down for a fight
And we them letters up quicker than fuckin' Vanna White
on Sprite, me and Tina no ice
(Bite a ear off) Bitch 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 is whose car we taking? (Let's go!)
That's called brotherhood, live from the east
A murder fest is taking place, we when the G's ride
So off with head, I leave you coughing up red fluid
I'll do it, police then it's officer dead
I swear, let me hear you to the feds
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
you out of your tuxedo
Drunk at the casino with some clean hoes and clothes
With a of goons and every picture is the mean pose (Yes ma'am)
Return of the Dozen, for thinking shit
I'll put one in muffin, right 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 carton your little niece, yeah the bitch missin'
I'm wrong but you just dead, big difference!
rings on the finger leave a bunch of imprints
Body in the stinkin', lightin' a bunch of incense (ewww)
I see dead people The Sixth Sense
They walk alive and they don't even know they're dead until the 5th hit (fuck!)
Nigga where bitches at, pimp shit and bring the bread
Meet me in the back and tell your girl I need some head (right now!)
You don't want a problem, street hit your dingy ass
With the four fifths or greet him at the door your friendly ass
Now rockin' with a crazed nigga, stocking cap the face
Made nigga, K splitter, grave
Y'all a bunch of bitches
Now the flyin'
The old G's will tell you, wet pussy is the best