Luyện nghe bài hát Cession at Da Doghillee

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

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

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

Sluggah]
Wack MC's, have best to
That I fears no fears, and that's word to my dry
I brake ya fuckin crew in half
the wrath, as the Gunn Clappaz clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color
on the dotted 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, Mom dukes leather belt
I gets open doors when I be droopin
Trademark be bootin, baggin pants
and hollerin, nigga shut ya mug
'cause I might have ya swallowin, a whole of slugs
I'm bugged and my dome 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 the worry, I me no know why
A new breed of conquerors is on the
Step to my Boot Camp and catch black
From the Heltah Skeltah, the da Clappaz
Smif-N-Wessun thru stompin out all you wack rappers
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy fed
Of shit that said, so now you bleed like your man bled
We twisted as our Timb's cover pavement
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 mission, it's impossible
Or be a vegetable, and ya meant up in the
You silly wabbit, are for kids, don't you know that?
Fuck wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig back

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

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

All up in ya grill, I be Steele
Comin through wit my Wreckin Crew, so I reckon you it real
If not, I'm blowin spots, on whoever be glocks
And what nots, walkin around fakin mad
The Rock I know is B.I.G., wakin up and I double
G-H, wit that R-U-C-K
Better be ready to be jetty if you
'cause if it wasn't already said, we dangerous and
You recognize or recollect, I reck a set wit a
Tek, and we askin, we
Now from this you think the Steele is trife
I earn my strife, 'cause I 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, upon time, I find
If you remain blind, you get left
But we, see very clearly, so 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 that jack off
That's all that's it, strictly the shit
don't even know what they fuckin wit

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