Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
they see the strap, they scatter
I got bitches busting out of their clothes Bruce Banner
I roll thick as
, niggas push the button
harder than Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of your people? I treat that ass like Knievel
every bone in your cerebral,
I liters when I see you
Don't give a about who you is
I on your people, you're loony,
gonna get
You touch this,
they pray that I will
My Glock have hoes shaking like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we smack
For dope I find me a pipe to crack heads
Leave 'em in the streets
And you can see me leaving the scene with cleats
You can follow these and meet me in the alley
no hiding
and I'mma you from behind like Bishop
And I ain't yelling
A police died
I fucked up they operation
By in their ass like a beehive
I havoc, you can't stop it
I it,
and walk caution tape in my back pocket
off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk more shit
Than Andy Milanokis and knock me out a
I slam my counselor, can't talk me out of this
And I be up his office with a Calico
2: Fuzz Scoota]
Beef I shucking and driving
They tucking the guns, we tucking the
And Bizarre snatchin' the like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the sidewalk park on kids
On Bizzy's nuts cause he's
Kuniva waving an empty 5k niggas ducking and
fucking 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 behind me I fuck up Verizon
You bitches looking soft with your and your softer tires
your fingernails ripped of with pliers
Well off tires, leave my initial exhaust with fires
Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of
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, person who I fuck with
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 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!
Come get this ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and join the ass
I'm past trippin, never went to high school I was class
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
Wu-Tang member, 39th
Sunni Muslim, out living real foul
Pray 5 a day, then eat a pig and a cow, WOW
with no mask, broken 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 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 smart; Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they after dark (hahaha!)
of the Dozen, motherfucker, part 2
2 middle fingers, and I'm "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we always down for a
And we throw them letters up quicker than Vanna White
Hennessy on Sprite, me and 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 it's on, the only question is whose car we taking? (Let's go!)
That's brotherhood, live from the east side
A murder fest is taking place, we ride the G's ride
So off your head, I leave you coughing up red fluid
I'll do it, interfere then it's officer dead
I swear, let me hear you to the feds
And get your brother shanked for a carton of squares
Break you down like the
On your wedding day out from under the gazebo
you out of your tuxedo
Drunk at the casino with some clean hoes and clothes
With a pack of goons and every picture is the mean (Yes ma'am)
of the Dozen, for thinking shit sweet
I'll put one in your muffin, right in front of cousin (oh shit!)
Tell mom to stop wantin' my lovin'
Put a shot a pregnant chick's stomach, put one in her oven
I'll milk carton your little niece, yeah the bitch
I'm wrong but you just dead, big difference!
Chunky rings on the finger a bunch of imprints
Body in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a bunch of (ewww)
I see people like The Sixth Sense
They walk alive and they don't even know they're dead until the 5th hit (fuck!)
Nigga them bitches at, pimp shit and bring the bread
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 or greet him at the door with your friendly ass
Now rockin' with a crazed nigga, stocking cap over the
Made nigga, K splitter, grave
Y'all a bunch of coochy-actin'
Now the flyin'
The old G's will tell you, wet pussy is the kind