Luyện nghe bài hát Deceive

(R.O.C.)
You saw us
Tried to my house down
But theses 3 lil pigs got these dollars the frown
If you not a playa yes let me see you rock
If you not a playa hata then why gun cocked?
to do it ????? cause I'm tryin to do right
You rigidified well nigga the night
Where liquors goin ?????
Its way down
Straight to lot
So as I get you now
Nigga I
As what I do
Cause I for my life
I was Colin Powell put in his shoes
Open the paper
Don't read rapper
Over some jealous punks have me misled
Thinking of fingers
As the God
Only Thing I'm Supportin is my love
For my family, my dollas, and my
And for the ones who ain't
God the bullet I sin
(Refrain)
Never try to me
Never try to me
try to deceive me
Never try to me
(Hektic)
I'm coming at you a cool breeze
I'm watchen you freeze in fact furring the dope's on the real and come off of the blunt please
I lose Imma winner
I saw bitch and stuck my dick in her
Call me a flip
There no time for all of you silly hoes point blank
And that's just how the story
I the souls that live within
Cannot relate my mind states just flips and and spins
I weed to relax myself
Deep trains of thought your mind screaming for help
A bomber
My crew can bring you mad
Consider your ass now you with house
My cousin has got my back
We no tracks
a sack
Creatin stacks as a matter of fact
I got a problem with my
you and leave
Before sleeve
How could you
(Refrain)
try to deceive me
Never try to me
Never try to me
try to deceive me
(Mr. Bones)
I hit you with the
tag I got you
I got the long hair
And like I'm Chewbacca
I care
Shit talkaz, shit binaca
To freshen the breath off playa
Wack rhyme sayas they be in our league
But then we go and pull another form up the sleeve
Believe in Jesus son
adidas
I my thesis
Leavin compotation in
lyrics like a millimeter
Tongue is the
Got a full of rubbers to cover my dipstick
Can ya me?
See my is fat
I Neva eva pull the wrap my baseball cap
I the 40 oz. Brew from the brown bag (brown bag)
My hand in my pocket to my zigzags
Big bags equal much smoke a toke
Bet you dime or dollar that you gone to
Out of site like a shooting
You who I are
It's the sippin gin in the back of the bar
And I regulate rhymes like I got big
I got a couple more dinero's what his name?
Stashed off in my sock like some old stamps
Stand clear set for perpetrators, and tramps
I got more bounce to the ounce in fact
Turn the Volume up to 10 and watch your crack
Step back you better me, don't ever try to be me, you can't see me
And you'll Neva eva me