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 will get
such and such, I roll tight like handcuffs
Rock that ass to sleep with discrete
I beez that, freak of the week like I 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
Without the MSG and chopped

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

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

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

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

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

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

hands get embraced with a touch of the bass
Head get wrapped up get throwin' in a neck brace
Rough rhyme mechanical, 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 make shit
in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master
Cast to the masses the mic
Ten dollar is what L.O.D. goes after

To my squad, there's no matches, we
Do photo flashes on all s-classes
attack 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 funk for Reggie Noble
Fuck with me doe, Mally G doe it's not
Playin' that big shit get down microscopic

Freak it keep the track ringin', with the bassline
major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine
Face the I lace your spine with short fat pace
and round, avoidin' the time to put it down

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

Play your cards God, keep your hand held tight
Night fall might call your life, is trife
On evil streets after dark
Niggaz gettin' 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 your eyes to see, who be a G
to ride in the, industry with E

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