Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Crow

I hit these niggas with the
Enemy schemes top secret like the
So check my rep Don King my nigga
A word from the wise don't that bitch
I watch muthafuckas melt like a grilled cheese samwich
on the go then smoke then vanish
So fuck with 'nopoly cause this is how I play
niggas down like they in pelican fuckin bay
Solitary, it's 1995
And you won't see the sun until 2000
Nickatina, I'm like a pisces but a
You crossed yo eyes and I knocked you out cause you said I dealt with
the pit, doberman rots and shit
Laid like a perm on a bad ass
Big lips, smooth
I'm a chicken hawk
These katipillas better post on a night
It's goin down, 8 pounds of that skunk
This crooked said I'm a nigga that he couldn't trust
Man I don't care what you think you fuckin super
Man I don't care what you you fuckin dirty clucka
Man I don't care what you think you fuckin tommy
Man I don't care you think you cuttin muthafucka
a crooked crow!

Mind on drama
these muthafuckas but I'm a angel when I'm wit my momma
So wrap yo around yo body like a straight jacket
Bow down and let me rid you of same old tactics
Cause this chewy got me high until tha day
Muthafucka I'm lookin through you an x-ray
Partna, nigga has death [never seen] your
Well I think you wanna take my strap to my waist
yowda hoe get up off that powda!
Lemon muthafucka I can see you sour
Lime your 9 cents short of a
is broke that's why niggas do crime
Battle! like Dallas and the 9ers
Wheres yo woman? Muthafucka find her
It's chillin, hatred in the mind Dillon
My stare will have you bouncing of the ceiling yeeah

a crooked crow!
If you didn't
a crooked crow!

[???] survivin' in the too
Uh, I you knew
this out

To the fullest muthafucka im the purest
fuck around and get robbed like a tourist
At the wrong
At the time
In the car
At the sign
Katapilla! You can' wit me!
I'm that nigga every wanna be!
Like SHAFT, square off in that ass
'n a sexy freak don't fuck wit hash
Reputation, smoke dope & my occupation
Between that time obligations the nation
Suffocation breathe from that blow to the neck
like a report card nigga all Fs
So um, in uh, Fillmoe
Where money is God and muthafuckas low
So I'm at you like a fox on a jackrabbit
Don't try to my temper cause I got a indo habit
And it's poppin, baby, imma let you
Mother you bitch goddamn ass hoe
crow

Gimme a down
Lo Lo?
Mike
Kim
Tram
ya boy Dre Dogg check it out

My DT crew wrecked (Killa!)
My DT crew wrecked (Go and get em!)
My DT crew wrecked (Killa!)
My DT crew gets (Go and get em!)
My DT gets wrecked (Killa!)
My DT crew wrecked (Go and get em!)
My DT crew wrecked (Killa!)
My DT crew gets (Go and get em)
My DT gets wrecked!