Luyện nghe bài hát Derelict Theme

[Kon
I damage neck
the butt of the tech
sex
you ear to ear
With the of my Gillette
You get respect
If you was a captain or a
Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a vet
I'll you 50 deep
Solo artist dead beat
on the loose
Wylin' like thugs prison with slugs
While y'all screaming
Like grasses in a
(Lay down pot to piss in)
up the house you live in
Believe me, we
And often you is
Your whole cheesy
you got platinum artists on it
Don't it hot
We with real niggas
And that's something you not
I'm what you got
setting up camp at your spot
Foiling plot
Every rhyme you jot
I rock to the six like musty
A corpses that been cut up
And in abandoned lots
Ya, theme
Comparing your
To is a fucked up dream
The shit I done
Has turned me to a scandalous
your peeps for cream
Gators or boots, nigga, I'm your dreams
As foul as it
spleens til your whole clique's
Walking funny handicapped juggling teams
I with kings
humble with seen
Until it's time for me to kill
Sincerely yours, the Kon

Ay yo
Competition of none's
the one must
Let the bust
Brigade one

a mic
Slaughter your
Runnin soldiers bitch
It's water and
Competition ain't such
Derelicts the one
Let the bust
It's Brigade one

a mic
Slaughter life
Runnin' soldiers bitch
Smarter and

Who's the fat
Rapping that mo'
Snorting coke that's than Casper
run faster
I can out-smoke all of you
And bitch I was born asthma
Fuck life, I'd track Jack Daniels
Smoke weed and rape
A Tom, nigga I need Ridalin
Fuck
I only date senior citizens
Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that her
Next time you me
You better be a bit quicker
Run your in the house
And full of malt liquor
I'm lettin' you throw the blow
And ten of your toughest niggas
End ya
Like the day of December
(But did you that bitch?)
I was so drunk I can't
I used to be in a
We had an argument who was the
Now both them niggas is
And I roll as a artist


Look you stressed out
I divide these bullets among your crew
And give you five so you feel left out
red the hammer
I'm niggas in they spleens
Just to make again a sympathetic dream
Energetic
Rap vandal and
MC's and wax you
Like your rap was Candle
Grabbing a mic no handles
Leaving you
walking the desert in old sandals
If you weeded or
Keep your heat in your
We beat you to
you up with permanent mumps
We playa
my chews
Spittin the out
Getting at you whether you out
Or you out
You never
From murderous attempt
I'm you pimp
Undeniably you are a
Invincible, why you trying to be a boss
If the Kon say it then it's done
With or a gun
Eat a and spit out a drum
one
Trust
Playing the game of
Take your breath
'Til last name is left