Luyện nghe bài hát Da Graveyard

It's the number one crew in the

The Big L be lightin' niggas incense
Gettin' men to win tits
I'm killin' infants for ten
'Cause I'm a genius with a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my that don't even speak english

I'm makin' shed much tears
I buck
I have it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares?
I'm brews takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass

After you you're get scared next, and if ya squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard
A tech is my utensil
Fillin' with so much led they
Can use they for a pencil

I'm known for snatchin' purses and churches
I get more by accident
Then most niggas get on
I got spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with keys than a janitor

Now the dictator who's style is greater
the man with more wild flavors
Than motherfuckin' Now 'n Laters, and I hit 'em well
They automatically go to fuckin'
With me 'cause I give 'em

So try to front troop
When your style is played out just a Oshkosh jumpsuit
I'm out to collect
I'm on Wu Tang shit so protect ya fuckin' neck nigga
Not a role model I'm a bad
When it comes to rap I got out the ass nigga

I got it locked like a
Rap finesse is like the N B A without Jordan
So all ya New Jacks kickin' raps
It's a fact that, be on your fuckin' back like a napsack
It shit you can tell me
'Cause still jock me without a motherfuckin' L P

It's the number one crew in the
for sendin' garbage M C's to the graveyard

It's the one crew in the area
Known for garbage M C's to the graveyard

Yo, I got a death
That's why I talk so much shit
I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to
So I can fill up this clip and the gun
Between they lips a cigarette
And let 'em smoke the four

I fool, I buy
No need to lie or cry it's time to die
Because to me death is sex
And if my brain was a deck of I'd be missing a whole deck
Strap up a mac, clack clack motherfuckers are like rats
The bats are fuckin' crazed cats

'Cause the microphone loose
And you're how the fuck did this madman get cut loose?
25 consecutive 25 the life is
For murderin' up fuckin' white kids
These were the kids of the prison
Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the yard

One two everybody's
The microphone nut flew over the prison walls without a
And now I'm decked to hawk shit and shit
Whoever flaunts shit, I leave 'em
I run through ya with a maneuver and Luger
like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer

Please show me the crack is at
they quarter crack the sack
I they backs like cracker jacks
So I'm the one you run from
Because the microphone nut is a motherfuckin' stun gun

The way I
No way you could
I shock pop and drop Jay gets hot
When I'm in the better hold ya own
I like to break when I finish a poem

Pound for pound the around
No way you can get up I get down
I shake rattle and roll and shit like none
And beat a nigga ass half on da one
Fuckin' a fuckin' Jay ill skill
So ladies step up I get around a wheel
I'm never chokin' off chronic are bionic

Bitches will me like Onyx
Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and it
Creep through your block fuck a glock I
your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep
I'm giving these something they can feel 'cause I'm real
Ya man get outta line and kill, kill, kill

It's the number one in the area
for sendin' garbage M C's to the graveyard

It's the number one in the area
Known for sendin' garbage M C's to the

Yo, ya, step up and get played like the small fry
I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you be the four guy
So mess around you'll be a man
I get hype the night like Redman
Nuff respect to Big L who get
Chiggidy check yourself 'cause I workin' with a full deck

I'm lethal, eatin'
Not Dahmer I'm the sequel
or gut like illegal
So cha want?
Yo, I'm strapped with the step up plap, plap
I'm leavin' caps in your fool

I rip tracks say peace to hip hop
A nigga disagree it on and get dropped
I get I'm party arty so hit the deck
The kid with the tech smokin' niggas cigarettes
Now ask me how I'm gettin' jewels
I say big up big up it's a up, stick up
I and move

And how we do
So you the gat and let loose

Yo, rat, tat, tat I got the gat
we ghost man a punk
I let it roast and leave your ass comatose
I'm shootin' up the west is
suggestions
I'll blow out a intestines

dip fast quick fast or you won't last
One blast will put your ass in a cast
And I be for rep get ill in a sec
Nine mil on your neck spill is still in effect
Constantly comittin' grand
Arsony niggas don't want no of me

Never up a fast buck ask the last duck
His jewels truck, he got his ass stuck
So what the fuck is you hop?
I'm for slayin' cops
Who's ever when I be sprayin' drops
But I ain't givin' a fuck who hit

Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't to hear shit
I'll burn you faggot like toast
If you die and come back I shoot spirit
Now your ass is just a Ghost
You to play me to the left
You put a target on your head
'Cause marked for death