Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

[Verse 1:
A canon,
they see the strap, they scatter
I got busting out of their clothes like Bruce Banner
I roll thick as
, niggas push the button
harder than Darth Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of people? I treat that ass like Evel Knievel
every bone in your cerebral,
I drink when I see you
Don't a fuck about who you is
I on your people, you're loony,
get Uzi-fed
You Can't this,
they pray I will stop
My have these hoes shaking like Michael J Fox
we pop
, we smack
For that dope I find me a pipe to heads
Leave 'em bleedin' in the
And you can see me the scene with bloody cleats
You can follow these feet and me in the alley
There's no
and I'mma you from behind like Bishop
And I yelling Riverside
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 with caution in my back pocket
High off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma more shit
Andy Milanokis and knock me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, talk me out of this massacre
And I be up his office with a Calico
[Verse 2: Scoota]
when I shucking and driving
They tucking the guns, we the knives
And Bizarre the keys like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
Jump on the sidewalk on your kids
On Bizzy's cause he's driving
Kuniva waving an empty 5k niggas and hiding
Swift fucking that gay-ass 23 sounds so fucking
Wentworth, my having discussions of diving
Party City, spend a 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 flyers and softer tires
Have your fingernails ripped of with
Well off with tires, leave my initial exhaust with
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 cause I shut shit
On your block with the hammers like talk 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 suck now
She on some smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut down
since I was a young buck I kept money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another fucking
is what happens, this is a fucking chain reaction (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you at the captain!
Come get this ass-kicking, party high and join 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 living real foul
5 times a day, then eat a pig and a cow, WOW
Robber no mask, broken arm with no cast
Oak Park High School, EP and
as ice, matter of fact, I'm too cool
Strangle you with an inner (uh.)
Check a nigga's oil like I work for Lube (Stab a nigga!)
Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a
And how much you owing, you gonna have no fucking heart (bitch!)
Drink water, be Fuck Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, coming after dark (hahaha!)
Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, 2
2 middle fingers, and I'm "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we always down for a
And we throw them up quicker than fuckin' Vanna White
Hennessy on Sprite, me and no ice
(Bite a nigga's ear off) Bitch don't forget Mike!
Yo, I'm for my niggas
So die for me, no (un-uh)
And when on, the only question is whose car we taking? (Let's go!)
That's brotherhood, live from the east side
A murder 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 then it's officer dead
I swear, let me hear you talk to the
And get your brother shanked for a carton of squares
Break you down like the
On your wedding day climb out from under the
Pull you out of your
Drunk at the casino some clean hoes and clean clothes
With a pack of goons and every is the mean pose (Yes ma'am)
of the Dozen, for thinking shit sweet
I'll put one in your muffin, right in front of cousin (oh shit!)
your mom to stop wantin' my lovin'
Put a shot into a pregnant stomach, put one in her oven
I'll milk carton little niece, yeah the bitch missin'
I'm dead but you just dead, big difference!
Chunky rings on the leave a bunch of imprints
Body in the trunk stinkin', a bunch of incense (ewww)
I see dead people The Sixth Sense
They walk around alive and they don't even know they're until the 5th hit (fuck!)
Nigga where them bitches at, pimp and bring the bread
Meet me in the back room and tell your girl I need some (right now!)
You don't want a problem, street sweeper hit dingy ass
With the four fifths or him at the door with your friendly ass
Now rockin' with a crazed nigga, cap over the face
Made nigga, K splitter, grave
Y'all a bunch of bitches
Now the checks
The old G's will tell you, wet is the best kind