Luyện nghe bài hát Da Graveyard

It's the number one crew in the

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

I'm makin' ducks shed tears
I queers
I don't it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares?
I'm grabbin' brews fast swiggas
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
Fillin' niggas with so much led
Can use they for a pencil

I'm for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by
most niggas get on purpose
I got drug from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys a janitor

Now it's the dictator who's style is
It's the man with more flavors
Than motherfuckin' Now 'n Laters, and I hit 'em well
automatically go to heaven fuckin'
With me 'cause I 'em hell

So try to front troop
When your style is played out like 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 skills out the ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The way I
No way you stop
I shock pop and when Jay gets hot
When I'm in the zone better ya own
'Cause I like to when I finish a poem

Pound for pound the around
No way you can get up when I get
I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like
And a nigga ass half silly on da one
Fuckin' a fuckin' Jay ill skill
So ladies step up I get like a wheel
I'm never off chronic skills are bionic

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

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

the number one crew in the area
Known for sendin' M C's to the graveyard

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

I'm lethal, people
Not Dahmer I'm the sequel
Head or gut illegal
So cha want?
Yo, I'm strapped with the gats up plap, plap
I'm caps in your back fool

I rip tracks wanna say to hip hop
A nigga bring it on and get dropped
I get wreck I'm arty so hit the deck
The kid with the tech smokin' niggas like
Now some ask me how I'm jewels
I say big up big up it's a stick up, up
I stick and

And how we do
So you the gat and let loose

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

Better dip 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 blood spill is in effect
Constantly grand larceny
niggas don't want no parts 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 hop?
I'm wanted for cops
Who's ever when I be sprayin' drops
But I ain't a fuck who gets hit

Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear
burn you faggot niggas like toast
If you die and come back I shoot your
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