Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Verses (drop It Heavy And Fantastic 4)

Yo, my squad is like Elijah Muhammad
But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this of violence
Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, up
If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the

no snitch in us, bitch in us
Unofficialness, we outside you wish you was
Official thugs in the drug
Drug connections, addictions

Still seein' the for drug possession
The four-D's, all is more reas'
To either get big or leave and let
We the there is T.S., ain't nobody else

We probably Dove 'cause we all way on top of the
I'm lockin' your wealth the master keys, freeze
Don't try to breeze or squeeze
And blast the back of your

pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster
My tech'll roast ya faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
You're gettin' to death
Reaper's got a hold on your

You goin' straight to hell as you sell your soul for your
You was a threat, now you froze in the bed
ago, you was poppin' shit, holdin' ya dick
Now what's the problem, you ain't

Like you on your album
I thought you was wildin',
Your and runnin' the island
You was't violent, you was

Tryin' to get credits
How pathetic, did it to get out of the
I'm combined with lyrics
My matureness is my

Kill my appearance, I'm a spirit
You gotta it 'cause every last gem is poison
You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better 'em
I'm head-annointin' like the Holy Gospel

I'm the vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin' nostrils
Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better yours
Warlords, callin' The Giant, it's all

Fuck all non-believers; I roll with God
The Squad and T.S., out with the B.S., we
They even doubted Jesus, niggas is 85%, I'm 400
Brain-bolic with knowledge, scholars

Holdin' it down, walkin' around gold by the pound
Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the
Talk of the town, soakin' you down wit toast you drown
Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll the ground

the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip
You keep playin' and I get furious
And now I you for a walk through the ghetto
Either spark your metal or get in chalk by the devil

I rep the borough that this rap shit, I used to clap shit
Now I just lay and mack on some mack shit
I to have to pack a mac in back of the Acura
Now I and stack platinum plaques in my shack

It's like that, but don't think I counter act
My niggaz is strapped and to lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the mac, than Kung Fu
With the reflexes of a cat, and the of a mongoose