Luyện nghe bài hát Deceive

(R.O.C.)
You saw us
Tried to blow my down
But 3 lil pigs got these dollars around the frown
If you not a hata yes let me see you rock
If you not a playa then why your gun cocked?
to do it ????? cause I'm tryin to do right
You rigidified well nigga tonight's the
Where this liquors ?????
Its goin way
Straight to lot
So as I get you now
Nigga I
As I might do
Cause I fear for my
I was Colin Powell put in his shoes
Open the paper
Don't rapper dead
Over some punks that have me misled
Thinking of pointing
As the God
Only Thing I'm Supportin is my multi
For my family, my dollas, and my
And for the who ain't down
God Bless the 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 like a breeze
I'm watchen you emcee's freeze in fact furring the dope's on the real and come off of the blunt
I can't lose winner
I saw bitch and stuck my dick in her
me a flip skinner
There ain't no for all of you silly hoes point blank
And that's how the story goes
I desecrate the souls live within
Cannot relate my states just flips and spins and spins
I weed to relax myself
trains of thought leaving your mind screaming for help
A bomber
My crew can you mad drama
Consider your ass now you fuckin house
My Matt has got my back
We no tracks
Flipin a
Money stacks as a matter of fact
I got a problem my cheese
Fuck you and
?????? sleeve
How you deceive?
(Refrain)
Never try to me
Never try to me
try to deceive me
Never try to me
(Mr. Bones)
I hit you with the
tag I got you
I got the long hair
And like I'm Chewbacca
I care
talkaz, shit yous binaca
To freshen the breath off hatas
Wack rhyme sayas thinking be in our league
But then we go and pull another trick up the sleeve
in Jesus prodigal son
Wearin
I my thesis
Leavin compotation in
Spittin lyrics a millimeter
is the clip
Got a pocket full of rubbers to my dipstick
Can ya me?
See my is fat
I Neva eva pull the wrap from my cap
I the 40 oz. Brew from the brown bag (brown bag)
My hand in my to retrieve my zigzags
Big bags equal much smoke a toke
Bet you dime or dollar that you gone to
Out of site a shooting star
You who I are
It's the sippin gin in the back of the bar
And I rhymes like I got big game
I got a more dinero's then what his name?
Stashed off in my sock like some old food
Stand set trips for perpetrators, and tramps
I got much more to the ounce in fact
the Volume up to 10 and watch your window crack
Step back you better believe me, don't ever try to be me, you see me
And Neva eva deceive me