Luyện nghe bài hát Cession at Da Doghillee

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

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

[Chorus:
Why you wanna wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, survivin the and
wit my Bucktown group
And in the night, the night, who the tight
Why you fuck wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, the preview and
Comin through, representin Boot Clik
In the night, who tight

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

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

Nuff men a die, men a come try
To the worry, I me no know why
A new breed of is on the rise
Step to my Boot and catch black eyes
the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da Clappaz
Smif-N-Wessun thru stompin out all you wack rappers
Wit the dred, the mad boy head fed
Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed like 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 slugs hit them chest, no more, no
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 your wig pushed

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

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

All up in ya muthafuckin grill, I be
Comin through wit my Wreckin Crew, so I reckon you keep it
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 already said, we dangerous and
You better or recollect, I reck a set wit a
Tek, and we askin, we
Now from this you might think the Steele is
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 if you useless
'cause, time upon time, I
If you blind, you get left behind
But we, see very clearly, so step up to the
'cause this is where we, represent on the
For you and get praise due to the father me
'cause we here to attack, or, when we take the backs off
The rappers that jack off
That's all that's it, the bumpin shit
Niggas don't even know what they wit

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