Luyện nghe bài hát Da Ill Out

Yo Reggie, I'm out
T-ree F
Waters
Don't get it twisted,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus the apparatus with the
Determined to be the man, standin' 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 throwin' in a neck
Rough rhyme mechanical, at it who?
Will ironically, chronically you and your crew

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

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

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

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

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

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

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