Luyện nghe bài hát Da Ill Out

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

Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get
Fuck such and such, I tight like handcuffs
Rock that ass to sleep with discrete
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 your brain inflated
Plus, I'm thick like quakers on
Bodacious MC's get to lower cases

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

Mister fantastic's crafted, with no ass kick
When I'm blasted, my magics get drastic
That you see with bifocals
MC's go up and down like stock brokers

I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's
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 that my squad can't win
Those who know the biz, know we wreck get biz
Y'all multiple 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, like a blood-suckin'
you fall into my rhythm of speech

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

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

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

Muddy waters, yo this is the way that my should go
slow funk flow for Reggie Noble
Fuck me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic
Playin' that big shit get broke microscopic

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

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

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

New day, whole shit's twisted is it man
It's me bombin' on these 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
my psychosomatic pattern mad, yeah
Y'all know, uhh, yeah, muddy
We out for nine-seven, word up,