Luyện nghe bài hát Deceive

(R.O.C.)
You saw us
Tried to blow my house
But theses 3 lil pigs got these dollars the frown
If you not a hata yes let me see you rock
If you not a playa then why your gun cocked?
Ready to do it cause I'm tryin to do right
You rigidified well nigga the night
this liquors goin ?????
Its way down
Straight to lot
So as I get you now
Nigga I
As what I do
I fear for my life
Like I was Colin put in his shoes
the morning paper
Don't read dead
Over 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 who ain't 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 like a breeze
I'm you emcee's freeze in fact furring the dope's on the real and come off of the blunt please
I can't Imma winner
I saw your bitch and my dick in her
me a flip skinner
There ain't no time for all of you silly hoes blank
And that's just how the story
I desecrate the that live within
Cannot my mind states just flips and spins and spins
I weed to relax myself
Deep trains of thought leaving your screaming for help
A bomber
My crew can bring you mad
Consider your ass now you fuckin house
My cousin has got my back
We leavin no
Flipin a
Money stacks as a matter of fact
I got a problem with my
Fuck you and
?????? sleeve
How could you
(Refrain)
try to deceive me
Never try to me
Never try to me
Never try to me
(Mr. Bones)
I hit you with the
tag I got you
I got the long brown
And like I'm Chewbacca
I glockas
Shit talkaz, shit yous
To freshen the off playa hatas
Wack sayas thinking they be in our league
But then we go and pull trick form up the sleeve
in Jesus prodigal son
Wearin
I my thesis
Leavin compotation in
lyrics like a millimeter
Tongue is the
Got a pocket full of 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 from the bag (brown bag)
My in my pocket to retrieve my zigzags
Big bags much smoke take 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 regulate like I got big game
I got a couple more dinero's then his name?
Stashed off in my sock like old food stamps
Stand clear set trips for perpetrators, and
I got much bounce to the ounce in fact
Turn the Volume up to 10 and your window crack
Step back you better believe me, ever try to be me, you can't see me
And Neva eva deceive me