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 and such, I roll tight like handcuffs
Rock that ass to with discrete techniques
I beez that, freak of the week I made knee deep

Hold up, around the solar, badder than cobra
never sleeps, my stream pumps folgers
I'm sauteein MC's with rice up in the wok
the MSG and chopped celery

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

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

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

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

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

Plus the apparatus with the
to be the last man, standin' on the planet
Y'all get attached, a blood-suckin' 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 you and your crew

My directive, through where I live, is primitive
See I get to the bottom of the and make shit give
in the jam, hooded and high, plastered 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, mini mac to your back
Tie you up, you in the act
A public figure, who walks around with a gin of
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 Noble
Fuck me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic
Playin' that big shit get down microscopic

Freak it keep the track ringin', with the bassline
It's when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine
Face the I lace your spine with short fat pace
and round, avoidin' the time to put it down

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

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

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

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