Luyện nghe bài hát Cession at Da Doghillee

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

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

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

[Louieville
Wack MC's, best to beware
That I no fears, and that's word to my dry tear
I brake ya whole crew in half
the wrath, as the Gunn Clappaz clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color
Signed on the line, it's how I live my lifetime
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 beat more ass, then Mom dukes belt
I gets open like doors I be droopin
Trademark be bootin, baggin roopin
Hoopin and hollerin, nigga ya mug
'cause I might have ya swallowin, a whole of slugs
'cause I'm bugged and my dome piece, in the streets
Wit my chrome, I'mma 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 of conquerors is on the rise
Step to my Boot Camp and black eyes
From the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da
Smif-N-Wessun comin thru stompin out all you rappers
Wit the dred, the mad boy head fed
Of corny that said, so now you bleed like your man bled
We gettin twisted as our Timb's cover
Flowin state to state, pickin up the payment
Yo thoughts smell, violator to the
Four hit them chest, no more, no less
So think about it, abort your mission, impossible
Or be a vegetable, and ya meant up in the
You silly wabbit, Trix/tricks are for kids, don't you that?
Fuck wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig back

[Chorus:
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot
Boot Camp, the preview and
Comin through, representin Boot Camp
In the night, who roll

[Top Dog Big
I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the
to the Boot 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 bust that ass just a little quicker
Time to catch Wreck, and to the set
Where all rules, them cock in check

All up in ya grill, I be Steele
Comin through wit my Crew, so I reckon you keep it real
If not, I'm blowin spots, on whoever be glocks
And nots, walkin around fakin mad rocks
The only Rock I know is B.I.G., wakin up and I
G-H, wit nigga R-U-C-K
be ready to be jetty if you petty
'cause if it wasn't already said, we and deadly
You better or recollect, I reck a set wit a
Tek, and we askin, we
Now from this you might think the is trife
I my strife, 'cause I deal wit the real in life
And I reveal my knife, to cut you
I'm not ruthless, but you get the boots if you
'cause, time time, I find
If you blind, you get left behind
But we, see clearly, so step up to the front
'cause this is where we, represent on the
For you and get praise due to the father me
'cause we ain't to attack, or, when we take the backs off
The wack rappers that off
That's all that's it, strictly the bumpin
Niggas don't even what they fuckin wit

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