Luyện nghe bài hát Cession at Da Doghillee

I fluidly, though I be the being of your 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 scared to to me
Do we, have to in fisticuffs?
See I get swifter myself, when the Ruck erupts
So not, of what I am, and what I do
recognize in the murder mic, I rule

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

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

Sluggah]
Wack MC's, have to beware
That I no fears, and that's word to my dry tear
I ya whole fuckin crew in half
Feel the wrath, as the Gunn clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit ass color blind
Signed on the line, it's how I live my lifetime
hit me at some degrees
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 open like doors when I be droopin
Trademark be bootin, baggin pants
and hollerin, nigga shut 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 it, my caps magic, I get that ass quick

Nuff men a die, men a come try
To test the worry, I me no why
A new of conquerors is on the rise
to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes
From the Heltah Skeltah, the da Clappaz
Smif-N-Wessun comin thru stompin out all you wack
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy fed
Of corny that said, so now you bleed like your man bled
We gettin as our Timb's cover pavement
Flowin to state, pickin up the next payment
Yo thoughts smell, to the left
slugs 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, Trix/tricks are for kids, you know that?
Fuck wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig pushed

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

Dog Big Kahuna]
I be that rude boy, bad boy, from 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 through wit my Wreckin Crew, so I you keep it real
If not, I'm spots, on whoever be showin glocks
And what nots, walkin around fakin mad
The only Rock I know is B.I.G., up and I double
G-H, wit that R-U-C-K
be ready to be jetty 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 real in
And I my knife, to cut you loose
I'm not ruthless, but you get the boots if you
'cause, upon time, I find
If you blind, you get left behind
But we, see very clearly, so step up to the
'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 wack rappers that off
That's all that's it, the bumpin shit
Niggas even know what they fuckin wit

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