Luyện nghe bài hát Cession at Da Doghillee

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

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

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

Sluggah]
Wack MC's, have to beware
That I fears no fears, and that's to my dry tear
I brake ya whole fuckin crew in
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
hit me at some degrees
Now my eyes bleed (why?) I just smoked a bag of weed

Bringin Heltah Skeltah, be the big Rock, God help ya
I beat ass, then Mom dukes leather belt
I gets open like when I be droopin
Trademark be bootin, pants roopin
and hollerin, nigga shut ya mug
'cause I might 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 magic, I get that ass quick

Nuff men a die, men a come try
To the worry, I me no know why
A new breed of conquerors is on the
Step to my Camp and catch black eyes
From the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da
Smif-N-Wessun comin thru out all you wack rappers
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy fed
Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed your man bled
We twisted as our Timb's cover pavement
Flowin state to state, up the next payment
Yo thoughts smell, violator to the
Four slugs hit chest, no more, no less
So think about it, abort your mission, impossible
Or be a vegetable, and ya meant up in the
You silly wabbit, Trix/tricks are for kids, you know that?
wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig pushed back

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

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

All up in ya grill, I be Steele
Comin wit my Wreckin Crew, so I reckon you keep it real
If not, I'm blowin spots, on be showin glocks
And what nots, walkin fakin mad rocks
The only I know is B.I.G., wakin up and I double
G-H, wit that nigga
Better be ready to be 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 think the Steele is trife
I earn my strife, 'cause I deal wit the in life
And I reveal my knife, to cut you
I'm not ruthless, but you get the boots if you
'cause, time time, I find
If you blind, you get left behind
But we, see clearly, so step up to the front
'cause is where we, represent on the lovely
For you and get praise due to the father me
'cause we here to attack, or, when we take the backs off
The rappers that jack off
That's all that's it, strictly the bumpin
Niggas don't even what they fuckin wit

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