Luyện nghe bài hát Check The Method

It's that, y'all, check it out now
(yeah yeah, now the method) (repeat 4x)

Fuck that, you know bigger
Even though you got all these motherfucking new niggas
Fuck who spread rumors, I didn't retire
Even though you got all lord finesse juniors
to get hype and rip mics
They just imitators that quite get my shit right
So won't y'all face it
That y'all sweat me so I gotta give my dick a facelift
battle, I'm all for it
When it comes to this, I've been through more shit than a
Now we could get wild and for peace
right now I'm chillin', like the nigga home on work release
And even on a lover tip still wax brothers quick
When I do my I be on some old other shit
Niggas I slaughter, to bring order
Aw fuck it, my shit be flowing like water

It's that, y'all, check it out now
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Now it's the dictator style's greater
It's the man more flavors than motherfucking now & laters
And rappers I hit 'em
They automatically go to heaven fucking me, I give 'em hell
Yeah, so don't try to front,
When style is played out like an osh-kosh jumpsuit
Huh, I'm out to figures
I'm on some wu-tang shit, so your fucking neck, nigga
I front like a man on a high horse
But yo, I make more than july 4th
So run, son, I ain't the one, bum, who 911
If you don't, a motherfucking dumb dumb
I'm not a role model, I'm a bad
it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga
I got it locked a warden
Rap without finesse, that's like the nba without
So all you new jacks kicking wack raps it's a that
I'll be on fucking back like a napsack
It shit you can tell me
the ladies still jel me without an lp

It's like that, y'all, it out now
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It's like that y'all, and I figures
It's the hardcore ruffneck type of street nigga
Lord got the swift rap and
You don't dionne warwick and them psychic friends to predict that
In years to I'm bound to shine
Give me a mic and a minute, show niggas I get down for mine
life, you know the haps
Fucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope
Man listen, I got rhymes
When it comes to props, motherfucks just gimme mine
Word, cause I slay ya
you're the best mc with a mic, or you're straight up trash
My excel, hops
From the street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks
No dought I got
I gotta give a shout (to who? ) to my brother show I'm out

like that, y'all, check it out now
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