Luyện nghe bài hát Cession at Da Doghillee

I flow fluidly, I be the being of your bee's wax
back, fo' I squeeze 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 myself, that's when the Ruck erupts
So not, of what I am, and what I do
Just in the murder mic, I rule

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

Buckshot]
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot
Camp, survivin 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
Comin through, representin Boot Camp
In the night, who roll

Sluggah]
Wack MC's, have to beware
That I fears no fears, and word 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 ass color blind
Signed on the dotted line, it's how I live my
Reality hit me at some
Now my eyes bleed (why?) Because I just smoked a bag of

Bringin forth Skeltah, be the big Rock, God help ya
I more ass, then Mom dukes leather belt
I gets open doors when I be droopin
Trademark be bootin, pants roopin
Hoopin and hollerin, nigga ya mug
'cause I might have ya swallowin, a whole bunch of
'cause I'm bugged and my piece, roam 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 breed of is on the rise
to my Boot 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, violator to the
slugs hit them chest, no more, no less
So think about it, abort your mission, it's
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

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

[Top Dog Big
I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin the ville
Step to the 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 tryin to pull the
But I figure, I could bust ass just a little quicker
Time to catch Wreck, and to the set
Where all rules, them cock in check

All up in ya muthafuckin grill, I be
Comin wit my Wreckin Crew, so I reckon you keep it real
If not, I'm blowin spots, on whoever be glocks
And what nots, around fakin mad rocks
The Rock I know is B.I.G., wakin up and I double
G-H, wit that R-U-C-K
be ready to be jetty if you petty
'cause if it wasn't already said, we 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, 'cause I deal wit the real in
And I reveal my knife, to cut you
I'm not ruthless, but you get the boots if you
'cause, time upon time, I
If you blind, you get left behind
But we, see very clearly, so up to the front
this is where we, represent on the lovely
For you and get praise due to the above me
'cause we here to attack, or, when we take the backs off
The wack rappers jack off
That's all it, strictly the bumpin shit
Niggas even know what they fuckin wit

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