Luyện nghe bài hát Cession at Da Doghillee

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

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

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

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Wack MC's, have to beware
I fears no fears, and that's word to my dry tear
I brake ya whole fuckin crew in
Feel the wrath, as the Gunn clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit ass color blind
on the dotted line, it's how I live my lifetime
Reality hit me at some
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 leather
I gets like doors when I be droopin
Trademark be bootin, baggin roopin
Hoopin and hollerin, shut ya mug
I might have ya swallowin, a whole bunch 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 the worry, I me no know why
A new of conquerors is on the rise
Step to my Camp and catch black eyes
From the Heltah Skeltah, the da Clappaz
Smif-N-Wessun comin stompin out all you wack rappers
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy fed
Of corny that said, so now you bleed like your man bled
We gettin twisted as our Timb's cover
Flowin to state, pickin up the next payment
Yo thoughts smell, to the left
Four slugs hit them chest, no more, no
So think about it, abort mission, it's impossible
Or be a vegetable, and ya up in the hospital
You wabbit, Trix/tricks are for kids, don't you know that?
Fuck wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig pushed

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Why you wanna fuck wit my Camp?
Boot Camp, the preview and
through, representin Boot Camp Clik
In the night, who roll

[Top Dog Big
I be that 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 nigga Mr.
Some of ya niggas be tryin to pull the
But I figure, I could bust that ass just a little
Time to Wreck, and back to the set
Where all them rules, cock in check

All up in ya muthafuckin grill, I be
through wit my Wreckin Crew, so I reckon 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 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 already said, we dangerous and deadly
You recognize 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 in life
And I my knife, to cut you loose
I'm not ruthless, but you get the if you useless
'cause, upon time, I find
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 due to the father above me
'cause we ain't to attack, or, when we take the backs off
The rappers that jack off
That's all it, strictly the bumpin shit
Niggas don't even know they fuckin wit

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