Luyện nghe bài hát Da Ill Out

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

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

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

See, I it, my flavor situated
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

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

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

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

the apparatus with the baddest
Determined to be the last man, standin' on the
Y'all get attached, like a leech
When you into my rhythm of speech

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

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

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

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

Freak it back 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
Around and round, the time to put it down

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

Play your cards God, black your hand held tight
Night fall might call your life, shit is
On these 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 shitlist and G
Open your to see, recognize who be a G
to ride in the, industry with E

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