Luyện nghe bài hát Conditioner

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

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

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

Yeah,
clan
Big Snoop d O G
for the 2000

Your name Peter, Papa name Cita
Fuck that nigga, when it come to the
Be the elevator, eater
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
caded, 'cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face what
All you niggas I'm puttin' you in 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 never say boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur

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

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

MC conditioner, you could never say boy is a amateur
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 boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you never say this boy's a amateur
MC conditioner, you could say this boy's 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 y'all
Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit
That make you wanna roll up and shit y'all
To the beat y'all, you can't y'all
On my flow y'all niggas know y'all

You see my style calm but
You witness the rhyme, but dimes
The eightball murder verse, or rehearsed
I MC's whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what, dart
long forgotten art
That fell apart, 'til the blood ran from the
through the street, razor make re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off meets
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy shank
Blow 'em off the plank when ships approach the bank

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

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