Luyện nghe bài hát Check The Method

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

that, you know who's bigger
Even though nowadays you got all motherfucking new niggas
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 can't quite get my shit right
So won't y'all face it
That y'all sweat me so much I 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 right now I'm chillin', like the nigga on work release
And on a lover 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 like water

like that, y'all, check it out now
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Now it's the dictator whose style's
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 try to front, troop
When style is played out like an osh-kosh jumpsuit
Huh, I'm out to figures
I'm on some shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga
I don't like a man on a high horse
But yo, I more noise than july 4th
So run, son, I ain't the one, bum, who 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 a warden
Rap without finesse, that's like the nba without
So all you new jacks kicking wack raps a fact that
I'll be on fucking back like a napsack
It ain't shit you can me
Cause the ladies still jel me an lp

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

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