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, that's why you to step to me
Do we, to result in fisticuffs?
See I get swifter myself, that's when the erupts
So think not, of I am, and what I do
Just recognize in the murder mic, I

Wondah]
How corny MC gon' try?
Fifty mc, forty of dem die
Run wit Heltah Skeltah, the realms of the dark
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, when I mine
Grab my glock, and then I clear the stuff, like I was code

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

Sluggah]
Wack MC's, have to beware
That I fears no fears, and that's word to my dry
I brake ya whole crew in half
Feel the wrath, as the Gunn Clappaz clap ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit ass color blind
Signed on the 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 forth Skeltah, be the big Rock, God help ya
I more ass, then Mom dukes leather belt
I gets open like doors I be droopin
Trademark be bootin, baggin pants
Hoopin and hollerin, nigga ya mug
'cause I might have ya swallowin, a whole bunch of
'cause I'm bugged and my dome piece, roam in the
Wit my chrome, I'mma blast it, my magic, I get that ass quick

Nuff men a die, men a come try
To the worry, I me no know why
A new of conquerors is on the rise
Step to my Boot Camp and catch black
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 pavement
Flowin state to state, pickin up the next
Yo smell, violator to the left
Four slugs hit them chest, no more, no
So about 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 back

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

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

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 showin
And what nots, around fakin mad rocks
The only Rock I know is B.I.G., up and I double
G-H, wit nigga R-U-C-K
Better be ready to be 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 boots if you
'cause, time upon time, I
If you remain blind, you get left
But we, see very clearly, so step up to the
'cause this is where we, on the lovely
For you and get due to the father above me
we ain't here 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 know they fuckin wit

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