Luyện nghe bài hát Da Ill Out

Yo Reggie, I'm out
T-ree F
Muddy
Don't get it twisted,

Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get
Fuck such and such, I roll tight handcuffs
Rock that ass to sleep with techniques
I beez that, freak of the like I made knee deep

Hold up, around the solar, badder than cobra
never sleeps, my stream pumps folgers
I'm sauteein MC's fried rice up in the wok
the MSG and chopped celery

See, I made it, my flavor
the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated
Plus, I'm like quakers on papers
Bodacious MC's get turned to lower

and the medicine, that I'm swallowin'
Get you hollerin', like Marvin Gaye when his father him
In the chest, I roll with two stacks of
And mad niggaz and that I roll up in your rest

Mister crafted, with no 52nd ass kick
When I'm blasted, my method get drastic
you can't see with bifocals
Watchin' MC's go up and down stock brokers

I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills milk
That's rougher jeans that Gloria Vander-bilt
I'm mad shit, plus I can back it
man'll be like, yo, get that dust off yo' jacket

It ain't a test or quiz that my squad win
who know the biz, know we wreck kids get biz
Y'all digest multiple stab wounds to the
And I copycat kill the rest, no method to my madness

Plus the apparatus with the
Determined to be the last man, standin' on the
get attached, like a blood-suckin' leech
When you into my rhythm of speech

Your hands get with a touch of the bass
Head get wrapped up neck get throwin' in a brace
Rough rhyme mechanical, at it who?
Will ironically, murder you and your crew

My directive, through where I live, is primitive
See I get to the of the problem and make shit give
Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the
to the masses grabs the mic
Ten rappers is what L.O.D. goes after

To my squad, no matches, we bashes
Do photo flashes on all s-classes
attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back
Tie you up, you in the act
A public figure, who walks around a gin of jigger
'Cause I gives a fuck about nigga, word up

Muddy waters, yo this is the way my intro should go
Drunk slow funk flow for Noble
Fuck with me doe, G doe it's not logic
Playin' that big get broke down microscopic

it back keep the track ringin', with the bassline
It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste
Face the nine I lace your spine with fat pace
Around and round, avoidin' the to put it down

Now's the time here yeah, where, pick a spot
Neutral grounds or not, we a fuck, lick a shot
Gangsta, so called killin', cap
Playalistic, I mean is all shit realistic

Play your God, black keep your hand held tight
Night fall might your life, shit is trife
On evil streets after dark
Niggaz sparked left and outlined in chalk

New day, this whole shit's is it man
It's me bombin' on these niggaz and Mally G
Open eyes to see, recognize who be a G
Hopin' to ride in the, with E

The villain's had it cause ahead, up yeah
Killin my psychosomatic mad, yeah
Y'all know, uhh, yeah, waters
We out for nine-seven, up, peace