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 get touched
Fuck such and such, I roll tight handcuffs
Rock that ass to sleep with techniques
I that, freak of the week like I made knee deep

Hold up, around the solar, badder than cobra
Composure sleeps, my stream pumps folgers
I'm sauteein MC's fried rice up in the wok
Without the MSG and celery

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

Letterin' and the medicine, that I'm
Get you hollerin', like Marvin Gaye his father shot him
In the chest, I roll with two stacks of
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 get drastic
That you see with bifocals
Watchin' go up and down like stock brokers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New day, this whole twisted is it man
It's me bombin' on these niggaz shitlist and G
your eyes to see, recognize who be a G
Hopin' to 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