Luyện nghe bài hát Check The Method

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

Fuck that, you know bigger
though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas
Fuck those who rumors, I didn't retire
though you got all these lord finesse juniors
Trying to get and rip mics
They just imitators that can't quite get my right
So y'all just face it
That y'all sweat me so much I gotta 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 get wild and search for peace
Cause right now I'm chillin', like the home on work release
And even on a lover tip I'll still wax 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 spring 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 with more flavors than now & laters
And rappers I hit 'em
automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give 'em hell
Yeah, so try to front, troop
When your style is played out like an osh-kosh
Huh, I'm out to collect
I'm on some wu-tang shit, so protect your neck, nigga
I don't like a man on a high horse
But yo, I make 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 role model, I'm a bad
When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass,
I got it like 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 your fucking back like a
It shit you can tell me
Cause the ladies still jel me an lp

It's that, y'all, check it out now
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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 dionne warwick and them friends to predict that
In years to I'm bound to shine
me a mic and a minute, I'll show niggas I get down for mine
Word life, you the haps
Fucking me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached
Man listen, I got rhymes
it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta gimme mine
Word, cause I slay ya
Whether you're the best mc with a mic, or straight up trash
My lyrics excel,
From the ghetto street to motherfucking cell blocks
No dought I got
I give 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)