Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

{Know I'm sayin'?
Tired of takin' motherfuckin' for niggas and shit
Know I'm sayin'?
Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, like that
you know, mindscapin', tryin' to set a nigga up
Know I'm sayin'?

Tired of takin' motherfucking bullets for niggas and
what I'm sayin'?
Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, like that
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a up
Know I'm sayin'?

MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's a amateur

Yeah,
clan
Big Snoop d O G
Somethin' for the

Your name Peter, Papa name Cita
Fuck that nigga, when it come to the
Be the elevator, pussy
Too desperator, got shot, a
Hit a later, he got to vacate 'em
Old dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny
Bad gas, Macintosh, the is red
Pee in the bed, I'm
For 29 years, no
caded, 'cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like
All you I'm puttin' you in your place

MC conditioner, you could say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur

Mr. No-meaner, ho-beater
I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin' my vita
Suckers wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, 'em, and delete 'em
This negro here pimps hoes
I smoke so much I have ya bloody at the nose
Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud a rose
It just so happens I'm the nigga that she
I above the rest, mos' def'
Got you yo' ass, and you throwin' up yo' set

Whatever you do, you keepin' it
Big and ODB, I thought you knew
Ooh, the Wu, is back up in this
Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' on these truckers
a dog day afternoon
The go bang and the bang go boom
How you love it, how you it and how you get it?
Do damn thing and quit bullshittin' wit it

MC conditioner, you could never say boy is a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could never say this a amateur

Yeah,

Yeah, that shit, testin'
Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my y'all
To my click y'all, you can't quit
Wu-Tang that dope shit y'all
That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit
To the beat y'all, you can't y'all
On my y'all niggas don't know y'all

You see my style calm but
You the rhyme, nothin' but dimes
The eightball verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck MC's whether I'm last or
What, what, what, what, hazardous
Visual forgotten art
That fell apart, 'til the ran from the heart
Pump the street, razor make re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire at off track meets
And an arm tank, rank, heavy metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank when they ships the bank

Wu niggas rollin', the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the clothin'
Quickly up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
My stack tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, from experts
Self applyin', that put giants in the
The compact and televised live cults
Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide
Yes, what,

Yes, yes y'all, you stop
You keep on, 'til the break of
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't
Ah known to make your body rock