Luyện nghe bài hát Cession at Da Doghillee

I flow fluidly, I be the being of your bee's wax
Ease back, fo' I squeeze
We don't that, do we, do we?
Rap style, groupie, a dog like Tin, that's why you scared to to me
Do we, have to result in
See I get swifter myself, that's when the Ruck
So not, of what I am, and what I do
recognize in the murder mic, I rule

[Starang
How many corny MC try?
Fifty mc, of dem done die
Run wit Skeltah, through the realms of the dark
If a nigga rift, I'mma let the 4-4 bark
Everybody knows, where my notty grows
I turn a lethal weapon, and start steppin on toes
I, waste no time, I move mine
Grab my glock, and I clear the stuff, like I was code nine

Buckshot]
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot
Camp, survivin the preview and
Fuck wit my group
And in the night, the night, who the tight
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot
Boot Camp, the preview and
Comin through, representin Boot Camp
In the night, who tight

Sluggah]
Wack MC's, best to beware
That I no fears, and that's word to my dry tear
I brake ya whole fuckin in half
Feel the wrath, as the Gunn clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color
Signed on the dotted line, it's how I live my
Reality hit me at degrees
Now my eyes bleed (why?) Because I just a bag of weed

Bringin Heltah Skeltah, be the big Rock, God help ya
I more ass, then Mom dukes leather belt
I gets open like when I be droopin
Trademark be bootin, baggin roopin
and hollerin, nigga shut ya mug
'cause I might have ya swallowin, a whole bunch of
I'm bugged and my dome piece, roam in the streets
Wit my chrome, I'mma blast it, my caps magic, I get ass quick

Nuff men a die, men a come try
To test the worry, I me no why
A new breed of is on the rise
Step to my Boot and catch black eyes
From the Skeltah, the Gunn da Clappaz
Smif-N-Wessun thru stompin out all you wack rappers
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy fed
Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed your man bled
We twisted as our Timb's cover pavement
state to state, pickin up the next payment
Yo thoughts smell, to the left
Four hit them chest, no more, no less
So think about it, abort your mission, it's
Or be a vegetable, and ya up in the hospital
You silly wabbit, Trix/tricks are for kids, don't you know
Fuck wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig back

Buckshot]
Why you fuck wit my Boot Camp?
Camp, survivin the preview and
Comin through, representin Boot Camp
In the night, who roll

[Top Dog Big
I be rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville
Step to the Camp, somebody get killed by me
The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G
of ya niggas be tryin to pull the trigga
But I figure, I could bust that ass a little quicker
Time to catch Wreck, and to the set
Where all them rules, cock in check

All up in ya grill, I be Steele
Comin through wit my Wreckin Crew, so I you keep it real
If not, I'm blowin spots, on whoever be showin
And what nots, walkin around fakin mad
The only Rock I is B.I.G., wakin up and I double
G-H, wit that nigga
Better be to be jetty if you petty
'cause if it wasn't said, we dangerous and deadly
You better or recollect, I reck a set wit a
Tek, and we askin, we
Now from this you might the Steele is trife
I earn my strife, 'cause I deal wit the real in
And I my knife, to cut you loose
I'm not ruthless, but you get the boots if you
'cause, time upon time, I
If you blind, you get left behind
But we, see very clearly, so up to the front
'cause is where we, represent on the lovely
For you and get praise due to the above me
'cause we ain't here to attack, or, when we the backs off
The wack rappers jack off
all that's it, strictly the bumpin shit
Niggas don't know what they fuckin wit

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