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
, push the panic button
Breathing harder than Vader,
when I em
Stunting in front of your people? I that ass like Evel Knievel
every bone in your cerebral,
I drink liters I see you
Don't give a fuck who you is
I on your people, you're loony,
gonna get
You Can't this,
they pray that I will
My Glock have these hoes shaking Michael J Fox
we pop
, we heads
For dope I find me a pipe to crack heads
Leave 'em in the streets
And you can see me the scene with bloody cleats
You can these feet and meet me in the alley
There's no
and creep you from behind like Bishop
And I yelling Riverside
A police died
I fucked up they stinging
By swarm in ass like a beehive
I cause havoc, you can't it
I it,
and walk with caution tape in my pocket
off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk more shit
Than Andy and knock me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor, can't talk me out of massacre
And I be shootin' up his with a Calico
[Verse 2: Fuzz
Beef when I and driving
tucking the guns, we tucking the knives
And Bizarre the keys like "Fuck it I'm Driving"
on the sidewalk park on your kids
On Bizzy's nuts cause driving
Kuniva waving an empty 5k niggas ducking and
Swift fucking that gay-ass 23 sounds so surprising
Wentworth, my niggas discussions of diving
Party City, spend a couple of on disguises
I'm so far away, to I'm on the horizon,
network of shooters behind me I fuck up Verizon
You looking soft with your flyers and your softer tires
Have your ripped of with pliers
Well off with tires, leave my initial exhaust with
Doing donuts on your block, but the cost of tires
Boss with fires, like I've been in fire
For what will never be a task cause I shit down
On your block with the hammers talk that fuck shit now!
Got a kush habit, person who I fuck pounds
Gun fetish, I with rounds,
every bitch I fucks with's
And for one hand, she dick now
She on some smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut drip
Ever I was a young buck I kept money under the matress
This Dr. Dre, is to be another fucking stabber
This is what happens, this is a 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
Muslim, out here living real foul
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
Cold as ice, of fact, I'm too cool
Strangle you an inner tube (uh.)
Check a nigga's oil like I for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!)
Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass a dart
And how much you owing, you gonna have no fucking heart (bitch!)
water, be smart; Fuck 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 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 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, from the east side
A murder fest is taking place, we ride when the G's
So off your head, I leave you coughing up red fluid
I'll do it, police interfere then officer dead
I swear, let me you talk to the feds
And I'mma get your brother shanked for a of squares
Break you down like the
On your wedding day climb out from the gazebo
Pull you out of your
Drunk at the with some clean hoes and clean clothes
With a pack of goons and every picture is the mean (Yes ma'am)
Return of the Dozen, for thinking sweet
I'll put one in muffin, right 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, yeah the missin'
I'm wrong but you just dead, big difference!
rings on the finger leave a bunch of imprints
Body in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a of incense (ewww)
I see dead people like The Sense
They walk around alive and they don't even know they're dead the 5th hit (fuck!)
Nigga them bitches at, pimp shit and bring the bread
Meet me in the room and tell your girl I need some head (right now!)
You don't want a problem, sweeper hit your dingy ass
With the fifths or greet him at the door with your friendly ass
Now rockin' with a nigga, stocking cap over the face
Made nigga, K splitter, grave
Y'all a of coochy-actin' bitches
Now the checks
The old G's will tell you, wet pussy is the best