Luyện nghe bài hát Deliver

Yeah, to all the real motherfuckers
Soft motherfuckers the bitches
That don't give a

Now who wanna diss to get they reps a little
How bitches wanna fuck this yellow nigga?
You get your whole crew cut like a
Watch world shake from the album I deliver

I a Brownstone at Brandy now she's Changing Faces
Standing in my Aaron Hall I'm packin' suitcases
Goin' to Indiana, on the subway, Soul For Real
Miss Jones is my usher in church on

Clear the runways, 'cause I'ma you rappers my examples
Avoiding battling me like I'm blood samples
It's me and Carey, nah never wrote no that's ordinary
Won't my life away on Coke like Darryl Strawberry

you skeletal system playing your ribs like xylophones
I'm nastier, leave you and ashier than Larry Holmes
But ladies I ain't violent
You could pump, pump until the dawn, Adina Howard

Can't you see, I'm as Total get
Uptown Girls in bed, Billy Joel do
Laverne and
Give us any we'll break it

Remember you was wack, remember Ice had a Jheri curl
Bam! Dead on car horn, chump
My beat get messy as on the ninth month
Now who be that, slap, did I do

Now Whoopi Goldberg goes Steve
But I'll leave your grill the color
Give you a Dogg Pound, even Dru Down
Provoke me album is weak your whole sound like karaoke

Conversation, loss of limbs
meaning decapitation rough like Craig Mack derm abrasion
Evil tendency, strong like Miles heroin dependency
Fuckin' up lives like pregnancy

Now who wanna to get they reps a little bigger?
How many bitches wanna this yellow nigga?
You get your whole crew cut a scissor
this world shake from the album I deliver

Them clowns like Smith got fast cars and fancy homes
But I'm headstrong, I could break Puffy Combs
Some kids still doubtin' and they girlfriend keep it real
We'll cross that when we come to that Anita Hill

Now Everlast, will never last, with no ghetto
Leave you breathin' hard bitches at Lamaze class
Niggaz are when they sippin' gin and tonic
Smokin' chronic Jersey niggaz packin' more handguns Harry Connick

My style is welfare, of you bitches is on it
Was born with a halo, when broke, I had to it
I stir up controversy and sell I'm like Souljah
So bring out bum-ass, Russell Simmons 'cuz over

The Lucci I'm worth is enough to a nation
media coverage like a hostage situation
(Yeah and if you lovin' them hoes you better back)
Tryin to make bitch your wife she fucked

The whole New Jersey
(Soundtrack)
High like Stone Temple Pilots, Jams on tour
I rips it like a chainsaw, dig deep as go ahead
And shoot your Karl Kani suit in absorbing tired and

I'm like a police informant
Pray with one eye open, shootin' more Led Zeppelin
Dysfunctional the Jackson's, death is my obsession
You through with thirty cowards think you causin fear

Rush lookin' bust in boosted Donna Karen gear
Now fuck the po, po, beats the five-oh
there, done that, do it again tomorrow nigga
Sometimes I inside a spot where nobody else knows me
Until I hot steppin' like Ini Kamoze

Now who diss to get they reps a little bigger?
How many bitches wanna fuck this yellow
You get your crew cut like a scissor
this world shake from the album I deliver