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 button
Breathing harder than Vader,
I confront em
Stunting in front of your people? I treat ass like Evel Knievel
Crush every 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 Can't this,
they pray that I will
My Glock have these hoes shaking like J Fox
we pop
, we heads
For that dope I me a pipe to crack heads
'em bleedin' in the streets
And you can see me leaving the scene with cleats
You can follow these and meet me in the alley
There's no
and I'mma creep you from behind Bishop
And I ain't yelling
A lotta police
I fucked up stinging operation
By in their ass like a beehive
I cause havoc, you stop it
I it,
and walk with caution tape in my back
High off oxycotin vodka, And talk more shit
Andy Milanokis and knock me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, can't talk me out of massacre
And I be shootin' up his office a Calico
2: Fuzz Scoota]
Beef when I 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 ducking and hiding
Swift fucking gay-ass 23 sounds so fucking surprising
Wentworth, my niggas discussions of diving
City, spend a couple of bucks on disguises
I'm so far away, to I'm on the horizon,
network of shooters behind me like I up Verizon
You bitches looking soft your flyers and your softer tires
Have fingernails ripped of with pliers
Well off with tires, leave my exhaust with fires
Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the of tires
Boss with fires, I've been tossed in fire
For what will never be a cause I shut shit down
On your block with the hammers talk that fuck shit now!
Got a kush habit, person who I with pounds
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 under the
This Dr. Dre, is to be another fucking stabber
This is happens, this is a fucking chain reaction (All Aboard!)
Bitch, you at the captain!
Come get ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and join the ass licking
I'm past trippin, never went to high 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 with no mask, broken arm with no
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 Jiffy (Stab a nigga!)
Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a
And how much you owing, you ain't have no fucking heart (bitch!)
Drink water, be smart; Superman, be Clark!
The wild-ass animals, they coming dark (hahaha!)
Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, 2
2 fingers, and I'm sayin' "FUCK YOU!"
Gangbanging, we always 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) 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 called brotherhood, live from the side
A fest is taking place, we ride 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 for a carton of squares
you down like the kilo
On your wedding day climb out under the gazebo
Pull you out of your
Drunk at the with some clean hoes and clean clothes
a pack of goons and every picture is the mean pose (Yes ma'am)
Return of the Dozen, for shit sweet
I'll put one in your muffin, right in front of cousin (oh shit!)
Tell your mom to wantin' my lovin'
Put a shot into a pregnant chick's stomach, put one in her
I'll milk carton your niece, yeah the bitch missin'
I'm dead wrong but you dead, big difference!
Chunky rings on the finger a bunch of imprints
in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a bunch of incense (ewww)
I see dead people like The Sixth
They walk alive and they don't even know they're dead until the 5th hit (fuck!)
Nigga where them bitches at, pimp shit and bring the
Meet me in the back room and your girl I need some head (right now!)
You want 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 the face
nigga, K splitter, grave digger
Y'all a bunch of bitches
Now the checks
The old G's will tell you, wet pussy is the kind