Luyện nghe bài hát Da Ill Out

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

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

up, rotate around the solar, badder than cobra
Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps
I'm sauteein with fried rice up in the wok
the MSG and chopped celery

See, I it, my flavor situated
From the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave brain inflated
Plus, I'm thick like on papers
Bodacious get turned to lower cases

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Play your cards God, black keep your hand held
Night might call your life, shit is trife
On these evil after dark
Niggaz gettin' left and outlined in chalk

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

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