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 that, freak of the week like I made knee deep

up, rotate around the solar, badder than cobra
Composure never sleeps, my stream 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 your brain inflated
Plus, I'm thick like on papers
Bodacious MC's get turned to lower

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

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

I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's
That's rougher than jeans that Gloria
I'm poppin' mad shit, plus I can 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, we wreck kids get biz
Y'all digest stab wounds to the chest
And I kill the rest, with no method to my madness

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

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, 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 rappers is what 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 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 slow flow for Reggie Noble
Fuck with me doe, Mally G doe it's not
that big shit get broke down microscopic

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

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

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

New day, whole shit's twisted is it man
It's me bombin' on these shitlist and Mally G
Open eyes to see, recognize who be a G
Hopin' to in the, industry with E

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