Luyện nghe bài hát Cession at Da Doghillee

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

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

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Why you wanna fuck wit my Camp?
Boot Camp, the preview and
Fuck wit my group
And in the night, the night, who the tight
Why you wanna wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, the preview and
through, representin Boot Camp Clik
In the night, who tight

[Louieville
Wack MC's, have best to
That I no fears, and that's word to my dry tear
I ya whole fuckin crew in half
Feel the wrath, as the Gunn Clappaz that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color
on the dotted line, it's how I live my lifetime
Reality hit me at some
Now my eyes (why?) Because I just smoked a bag of weed

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

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

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

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

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

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