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 will get touched
Fuck such and such, I tight like handcuffs
Rock that ass to sleep discrete techniques
I beez that, freak of the like I made knee deep

Hold up, rotate around the solar, badder cobra
Composure sleeps, my stream 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 mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated
Plus, I'm thick quakers on papers
Bodacious MC's get to lower cases

Letterin' and the medicine, that I'm
Get you hollerin', Marvin Gaye when his father 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 magics get drastic
you can't see with bifocals
Watchin' MC's go up and down like stock

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

It a test or quiz 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 apparatus with the
Determined to be the last man, on the planet
Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin'
you fall into my rhythm of speech

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

My directive, through where I live, is primitive
See I get to the bottom of the problem and shit give
in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master
Cast to the grabs the mic
Ten rappers 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 public figure, who walks around a gin of jigger
I gives a fuck about another nigga, word up

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

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

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

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

New day, this whole twisted is it man
me bombin' on these niggaz shitlist and Mally G
Open your to see, recognize who be a G
to ride in the, industry 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