Luyện nghe bài hát Cession at Da Doghillee

I fluidly, though I be the being 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 myself, that's when the Ruck erupts
So think not, of what I am, and I do
recognize in the murder mic, I rule

[Starang
How many corny MC gon'
Fifty mc, forty of dem 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 grows
I turn a lethal 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

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

[Louieville
Wack MC's, best to beware
That I fears no fears, and word to my dry tear
I brake ya whole crew in half
Feel the wrath, as the Clappaz clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass 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 open like doors when I be
Trademark be bootin, pants roopin
Hoopin and hollerin, nigga ya mug
'cause I have ya swallowin, a whole bunch of slugs
'cause I'm bugged and my piece, roam in the streets
Wit my chrome, I'mma blast it, my caps magic, I get ass quick

Nuff men a die, men a come try
To test the worry, I me no why
A new breed of is on the rise
Step to my Camp and catch black eyes
From the Heltah Skeltah, the da Clappaz
Smif-N-Wessun comin thru stompin out all you wack
Wit the dred, the mad boy head fed
Of corny shit said, so now you bleed like your man bled
We gettin twisted as our cover pavement
Flowin state to state, pickin up the payment
Yo thoughts smell, violator to the
Four hit them chest, no more, no less
So think about it, your 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 Camp, and get your wig pushed back

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

[Top Dog Big
I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the
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
Some of ya niggas be tryin to the trigga
But I figure, I could bust ass just a little quicker
Time to Wreck, and back to the set
Where all them rules, them 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 glocks
And nots, walkin around fakin mad rocks
The only Rock I is B.I.G., wakin up and I double
G-H, wit nigga R-U-C-K
Better be to be jetty if you petty
'cause if it already said, we dangerous and deadly
You better recognize or recollect, I a set wit a
Tek, and we askin, we
Now from this you think the Steele is trife
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 time, I find
If you remain blind, you get left
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 here to attack, or, when we the backs off
The rappers that jack off
That's all that's it, strictly the shit
Niggas don't even know what they wit

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