Luyện nghe bài hát Da Ill Out

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

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

Hold up, rotate around the solar, badder cobra
Composure sleeps, my stream pumps folgers
I'm sauteein MC's with fried up in the wok
Without the MSG and 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
MC's get turned to lower cases

Letterin' and the medicine, I'm swallowin'
Get you hollerin', like Marvin Gaye when his father 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, with no 52nd ass
When I'm blasted, my magics get drastic
That you see with bifocals
Watchin' MC's go up and down like brokers

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

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

the apparatus with the baddest
Determined to be the last man, on the planet
Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin'
When you fall into my of speech

hands get embraced with a touch of the bass
Head get wrapped up neck get throwin' in a neck
Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it
Will ironically, chronically murder you and crew

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

To my squad, there's no matches, we
Do photo on all flavor 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
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 with me doe, Mally G doe it's not
Playin' that big shit get broke down

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

the time 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 realistic

Play your cards God, black your hand held tight
Night fall might call your life, is trife
On evil streets after dark
Niggaz sparked left and outlined in chalk

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

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