Luyện nghe bài hát Check The Method

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

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Now the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man with more than motherfucking now & laters
And rappers I hit 'em
They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give 'em
Yeah, so try to front, troop
When your is played out like an osh-kosh jumpsuit
Huh, I'm out to figures
I'm on some wu-tang shit, so protect fucking neck, nigga
I don't front like a man on a horse
But yo, I more noise 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
When it to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga
I got it like a warden
Rap without finesse, that's like the nba jordan
So all you new jacks kicking raps it's a fact that
I'll be on your fucking back a napsack
It ain't you can tell me
Cause the still jel me without an lp

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

It's like that, y'all, it out now
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