Luyện nghe bài hát Check The Method

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

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Now the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man with more flavors than now & laters
And I hit 'em well
They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I '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 protect your neck, nigga
I don't front like a man on a high
But yo, I make noise than july 4th
So run, son, I the one, bum, who dial 911
If you don't, you's a motherfucking dumb
I'm not a model, I'm a bad figure
When it to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga
I got it locked like a
Rap without finesse, that's the nba without jordan
So all you new jacks kicking wack raps a fact that
I'll be on your fucking back a napsack
It shit you can tell me
Cause the ladies 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 keep
It's the hardcore funky type of street nigga
Lord got the swift rap and
You don't need dionne warwick and them psychic friends to that
In years to come I'm bound to
Give me a mic and a minute, I'll show niggas I get down for
life, you know the haps
Fucking with me is bungee jumping with no rope attached
Man listen, I got rhymes
When it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta mine
Word, cause I ya fast
Whether the best mc with a mic, or you're straight up trash
My lyrics excel,
From the ghetto street to motherfucking cell blocks
No dought I got
I gotta give a shout (to who? ) to my brother show I'm out

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