Luyện nghe bài hát Da Ill Out

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

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

Hold up, rotate around the solar, than cobra
Composure never sleeps, my pumps folgers
I'm sauteein MC's fried rice up in the wok
Without the MSG and celery

See, I it, my flavor situated
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 cases

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

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

I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's
That's rougher than jeans that Gloria
I'm poppin' mad shit, plus I can 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, 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 with the baddest
Determined to be the man, standin' on the planet
Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin'
When you fall into my rhythm of

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

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

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

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

it back keep the track ringin', with the bassline
It's when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine
Face the nine I lace your with short 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 killin', cap peelin'
Playalistic, I mean is all that shit

your cards God, black keep your hand held tight
Night fall call your life, shit is trife
On evil streets after dark
Niggaz gettin' sparked and outlined in chalk

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

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