Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
when they see the strap, they
I got bitches out of their clothes like Bruce Banner
I roll as Britannicas
, niggas the panic button
harder than Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in of your people? I treat that ass like Evel Knievel
Crush bone in your cerebral,
I drink when I see you
Don't a fuck about who you is
I split on people, you're loony,
gonna get
You touch this,
they that I will stop
My Glock have these shaking like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we smack
For that dope I find me a pipe to heads
'em bleedin' in the streets
And you can see me leaving the with bloody cleats
You can follow these feet and me in the alley
There's no
and I'mma creep you behind like Bishop
And I ain't yelling
A lotta died
I fucked up stinging 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 me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, can't me out of this massacre
And I be shootin' up his with a Calico
[Verse 2: Scoota]
Beef when I shucking and
tucking the guns, we tucking the knives
And Bizarre snatchin' the like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the sidewalk park on kids
On nuts cause he's driving
Kuniva waving an empty 5k niggas ducking and
fucking that gay-ass 23 sounds 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 I fuck up Verizon
You bitches looking with your flyers and your softer tires
Have your fingernails ripped of pliers
Well off with tires, leave my initial exhaust with
Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the of tires
Boss with fires, like I've tossed in fire
For what will be a task cause I shut shit down
On your block with the hammers like that fuck shit now!
Got a kush habit, who I fuck with pounds
Gun fetish, I with rounds,
every bitch I fucks with's
And for one hand, she suck now
She on smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut drip down
Ever since I was a young buck I kept money under the
This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another fucking
This is what happens, this is a fucking chain (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you at the captain!
Come get this ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and the ass licking
I'm past trippin, never to high school I was class skippin'
G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger,
Wu-Tang member, chamber
Sunni Muslim, out here real foul
5 times a day, then eat a pig and a cow, WOW
Robber no mask, broken arm with no cast
Oak High School, EP and Thad
Cold as ice, 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!)
Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a
And how you owing, you ain't gonna have no fucking heart (bitch!)
Drink water, be smart; Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they coming dark (hahaha!)
of the Dozen, motherfucker, part 2
2 middle fingers, and I'm "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we down for a fight
And we throw them letters up than fuckin' Vanna White
on Sprite, me and Tina no ice
(Bite a nigga's ear off) don't forget about Mike!
Yo, I'm for my niggas
So die for me, no (un-uh)
And when it's on, the only question is car we taking? (Let's go!)
That's called brotherhood, live from the side
A fest is taking place, we ride when the G's ride
So off with your head, I leave you coughing up red
I'll do it, police interfere it's officer dead
I swear, let me hear you to the feds
And get your brother shanked for a carton of squares
you down like the kilo
On your wedding day climb out from the gazebo
Pull you out of your
Drunk at the casino with clean 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 your mom to stop wantin' my
Put a shot into a pregnant stomach, put one in her oven
I'll milk carton your little niece, the bitch missin'
I'm wrong but you just dead, big difference!
Chunky rings on the finger leave a bunch of
Body in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a bunch of (ewww)
I see people like The Sixth Sense
They walk around alive and they don't even they're dead until the 5th hit (fuck!)
Nigga where them at, pimp shit and bring the bread
Meet me in the back room and tell your girl I some head (right now!)
You don't a problem, street sweeper hit your dingy ass
the four fifths or greet him at the door with your friendly ass
Now with a crazed nigga, stocking cap over the face
nigga, K splitter, grave digger
Y'all a bunch of coochy-actin'
Now the checks
The old G's will tell you, wet pussy is the kind