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

It's like that, y'all, it out now
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Now the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man with more than motherfucking now & laters
And I hit 'em well
They go to heaven fucking with me, I give 'em hell
Yeah, so don't try to front,
your style is played out like an osh-kosh jumpsuit
Huh, I'm out to collect
I'm on some wu-tang shit, so protect your neck, nigga
I front like a man on a high horse
But yo, I make more noise than 4th
So run, son, I ain't the one, bum, who 911
If you don't, you's a dumb dumb
I'm not a model, I'm a bad figure
When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass,
I got it locked a warden
Rap without finesse, that's like the nba without
So all you new jacks kicking raps it's a fact that
I'll be on your fucking back like a
It shit you can tell me
Cause the ladies still jel me 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 to come I'm bound to shine
Give me a mic and a minute, I'll show niggas I get down for
Word life, you the haps
Fucking with me is like bungee with no rope attached
Man listen, I got rhymes
When it comes to props, motherfucks oughta gimme mine
Word, cause I slay ya
you're the best mc with a mic, or you're straight up trash
My excel, hops
the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks
No dought I got
I gotta a shout (to who? ) to my brother show when I'm out

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