Luyện nghe bài hát Da Graveyard

It's the number one in the area

The Big L be lightin' niggas like
Gettin' men to win tits
I'm killin' for ten cents
'Cause I'm a street genius a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick that even speak english

I'm makin' shed much tears
I queers
I don't have it all upstairs, but who the cares?
I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast
I get cash and stash figures and harass them ass niggas

After you gonna get scared next, and if ya squad flex
I'm lettin' off Bernard Goetz
A tech nine is my
niggas with so much led they
Can use dick for a pencil

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

Now it's the who's style is greater
It's the man with wild flavors
Than motherfuckin' Now 'n Laters, and rappers I hit 'em
automatically go to heaven fuckin'
With me 'cause I give 'em

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

I got it like a warden
Rap without finesse is the N B A without Jordan
So all ya New Jacks kickin' raps
It's a that, I'll be on your fuckin' back like a napsack
It ain't shit you can me
bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin' L P

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

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

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

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

the microphone let's loose
And you're wonderin' how the fuck did madman get cut loose?
From 25 25 the life is
For murderin' up some fuckin' kids
These were the kids of the guards
Then I startin' killin' squads of prison in the prison yard

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

Please show me where the is at
While they quarter the sack
I crack they 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 when Jay gets hot
When I'm in the zone hold ya own
I like to break when I finish a poem

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

Bitches will treat me like
Respect that peel a punks cap back and sign it
Creep through your fuck a glock I step
Through your neighborhood armed nothing but a rep
I'm giving these ladies they can feel 'cause I'm real
Ya man get line and it's kill, kill, kill

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

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

Yo, ya, step up and get played like the small fry
I'm throwin' off the roof said you wanna be the four guy
So around you'll be a dead man
I get tonite's the night like Redman
Nuff respect to Big L who get
check yourself 'cause I ain't workin' with a full deck

I'm lethal, people
Not Dahmer I'm the sequel
or gut like illegal
So what cha
Yo, I'm strapped with the step up plap, plap
I'm leavin' in your back fool

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

And how we do
So you grab the gat and let

Yo, rat, tat, tat I got the gat
Nigga we ghost man a
I let it roast and leave your pussy ass
I'm up like the west is
Fuck
I'll out a niggas intestines

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

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

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