Luyện nghe bài hát Case Closed

Amazing grace how sweet the is of the fo' pound
To blast all these sound men got the po' sound
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers here's the down
But since we're broke now with dope now here we go now
the motion while I be puffin the potent
Blow spots and urban networks other experts
Plus this between my ear thinks clear
And the only thing it is the man upstairs
So fuck your bulletproof
If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a
(boo-ya) like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz
And ash, staff, let the grime our your ass
hustling with sons toting guns
Where Reggie from we stick nuns that got funds
niggas like they did in Oklahoma
Freez, you're froze, Def UHH, case closed

I be the, sneaky, second dimension, through your sector
Have nectar, leaking out you rhyme stressers
Extra deez disease rashes on rappers
Makin MC's so the breeze of the Grandmaster
Packed with solid style structure
Simonizing MC's with the degree of street
Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise, splitter
Return my presence to the borough of the hard hitters
I devour, night sun shower, minutes last hour, weak last power
Body, the six mind shotty
The one you handle, dimension mind vandal
Lacerating your for tryin to see this
As I'm through the prism of the X-3-D
See at forty belows I freak flows that burn nose
When you the verbal blows, case closed

Aiyyo, why the fuck you to get funky on me nigga?
(Aiyyo, why the you tryin to get funky on me nigga?)
Yo, you know, who I am motherfucker?
Redman's the name
(That's my nigga!)
Why the you tryin to get funky on me nigga?
(Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get on me nigga?)
Yo, don't you know, who they are
(Crossbreed's the fool)
my niggas!

Things ain't easy, cuz we be, day to day
A of stressed black men with not really much to say
Twistin up some paper that we struggle just to get
All the deaf dumb and become mentally equipped
As I extend my pen to wreak on paper
I execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no
Strong as chemical the general with
Past wreckin mics, I make the Earth like the 7th sign
My bring about a new aura
I'm sending a plague your town like God did Sodom and Gomorrah
The deepest, my vocals got you speechless
gangsta niggas wanna go home and talk to Jesus
No man alive could we, beating rappers literally
X-3-D get up on this three trilogy
Got no love for foes, no respect for hoes
Nuff said, X-3-D blowing up, closed