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 playa yes let me see you rock
If you not a playa hata then why gun cocked?
Ready to do it ????? I'm tryin to do right
You rigidified well nigga the night
Where this goin ?????
Its goin way
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
some jealous punks that have me misled
Thinking of fingers
As the God
Only I'm Supportin is my multi love
For my family, my dollas, and my
And for the ones who down
God the bullet I sin
(Refrain)
Never try to me
try to deceive me
Never try to me
Never try to me
(Hektic)
I'm coming at you a cool breeze
I'm watchen you emcee's freeze in fact furring the dope's on the real and off of the blunt please
I can't lose winner
I saw your and stuck my dick in her
me a flip skinner
There ain't no for all of you silly hoes point blank
And just how the story goes
I desecrate the souls live within
Cannot relate my mind just flips and spins and spins
I smoke weed to myself
Deep trains of thought leaving your screaming for help
A bomber
My can bring you mad drama
Consider your ass now you fuckin house
My cousin Matt has got my
We leavin no
a sack
Creatin stacks as a matter of fact
I got a problem my cheese
you and leave
Before ??????
How you deceive?
(Refrain)
try to deceive me
Never try to me
try to deceive me
Never try to me
(Mr. Bones)
I hit you the infrared
tag I got you
I got the brown hair
And like I'm Chewbacca
I care
talkaz, shit yous binaca
To the breath off playa hatas
rhyme sayas thinking they be in our league
But then we go and pull another trick up the sleeve
in Jesus prodigal son
Wearin
I kick my
Leavin in pieces
Spittin lyrics a millimeter
is the clip
Got a pocket of rubbers to cover my dipstick
Can ya me?
See my is fat
I eva pull the wrap from my baseball cap
I pull the 40 oz. Brew the brown bag (brown bag)
My hand in my pocket to my zigzags
Big bags equal smoke take a toke
Bet you dime or dollar you gone to choke
Out of site like a shooting
You who I are
the brother sippin gin in the back of the bar
And I regulate rhymes I got big game
I got a couple more dinero's then what his
Stashed off in my sock some old food stamps
Stand set trips for perpetrators, and tramps
I got more bounce to the ounce in fact
Turn the Volume up to 10 and your window crack
Step you better believe me, don't ever try to be me, you can't see me
And you'll eva deceive me