Luyện nghe bài hát Deceive

(R.O.C.)
You saw us
Tried to blow my down
But theses 3 lil pigs got these around the frown
If you not a playa yes let me see you rock
If you not a playa hata then why your gun
Ready 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 what I do
Cause I fear for my
Like I was Colin put in his shoes
Open the morning
Don't read rapper
Over some jealous punks that me misled
of fingers pointing
As the God
Only Thing I'm Supportin is my multi
For my family, my dollas, and my
And for the ones who ain't
God the bullet I sin
(Refrain)
try to deceive me
Never try to me
try to deceive me
Never try to me
(Hektic)
I'm at you like 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 bitch and my dick in her
Call me a skinner
There ain't no for all of you silly hoes point blank
And that's just how the goes
I desecrate the that live within
relate my mind states just flips and spins and spins
I smoke weed to myself
Deep trains of thought leaving mind screaming for help
A stealth
My crew can bring you mad
Consider ass now you fuckin with house
My cousin Matt has got my
We leavin no
Flipin a
Money stacks as a matter of fact
I got a with my cheese
you and leave
Before ??????
How could you
(Refrain)
try to deceive 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 crossbow I'm Chewbacca
I glockas
Shit talkaz, shit yous
To the breath off playa hatas
Wack rhyme sayas thinking be in our league
But we go and pull another trick form up the sleeve
Believe in Jesus son
adidas
I kick my
Leavin compotation in
Spittin lyrics a millimeter
is the clip
Got a pocket full of rubbers to cover my
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 to retrieve my zigzags
Big bags equal much smoke a toke
Bet you dime or dollar that you gone to
Out of like a shooting star
You who I are
the brother sippin gin in the back of the bar
And I rhymes like I got big game
I got a couple more then what his name?
Stashed off in my like 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 back you believe me, don't ever try to be me, you can't see me
And you'll eva deceive me