Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mr. No-meaner, pussy
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 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
This negro here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the
Since my buddy at hoes wit a bud like a rose
It just so happens I'm the nigga she chose
I flows above the rest, def'
Got you shakin' yo' ass, and you up yo' set

Whatever you do, you it true
Big Dogg and ODB, I you knew
Ooh, the Wu, is back up in motherfucker
Ooh, and Snoop, is rubber on these truckers
It's a dog day
The clan go bang and the bang go
How you love it, how you it and how you get it?
Do that damn thing and quit wit it

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

Yeah,

Yeah, pump that shit,
Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my y'all
To my click y'all, you can't y'all
bangin' that dope shit y'all
That make you wanna roll up and smoke y'all
To the beat y'all, you can't sleep
On my flow y'all niggas don't y'all

You see my calm but wild
You the rhyme, nothin' but dimes
The eightball verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, hazardous
long forgotten art
That fell apart, the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street, razor make re-break
Packed seats, rapid raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal
Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the

Wu niggas rollin', throwin' the first rap
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military
Quickly blow up, rolled up in like pennies
My brother stack tracks on the of many
the wisdom, power of, science from experts
Self applyin', put giants in the network
The disc and televised live cults
Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide
Yes, what,

Yes, yes y'all, you stop
You on, 'til the break of dawn
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't
Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body