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 tight like handcuffs
Rock ass to sleep with discrete techniques
I beez that, freak of the like I made knee deep

Hold up, rotate the solar, badder than cobra
Composure never sleeps, my pumps folgers
I'm sauteein MC's with 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 your brain
Plus, I'm thick quakers on papers
MC's get turned to lower cases

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

fantastic's crafted, with no 52nd ass kick
When I'm blasted, my magics get drastic
That you see with bifocals
Watchin' MC's go up and down like brokers

I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills milk
That's rougher than jeans that 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 or quiz that my squad can't win
Those who know the biz, know we wreck get biz
Y'all digest multiple wounds to the chest
And I kill the rest, with no method to my madness

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

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

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

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

Muddy waters, yo this is the way my intro should go
Drunk slow flow for Reggie Noble
Fuck 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 my flavor, can you taste mine
Face the nine I lace your with short fat pace
Around and round, avoidin' the time to put it

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

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

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

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