Luyện nghe bài hát Derelict Theme

[Kon
I your neck
the butt of the tech
sex
you ear to ear
With the of my Gillette
You get respect
If you was a or a cadet
Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a vet
I'll battle you 50
Solo artist shocker beat
Derelicts on the
like thugs outta prison with slugs
While y'all screaming
Like grasses in a
(Lay your pot to piss in)
Blow up the house you in
Believe me, we
And often you is
whole album cheesy
Because you got artists on it
Don't it hot
We with real niggas
And that's that you not
I'm what you got
Then up camp at your spot
Foiling your
Every rhyme you jot
I to the six like musty twat
A dead that been cut up
And left in abandoned
Ya, theme
Comparing team
To ours is a fucked up
The shit I done
Has me to a scandalous fiend
your peeps for cream
Gators or boots, nigga, I'm your dreams
As foul as it
Dismantling spleens til your clique's
Walking funny handicapped juggling teams
I rumble with
More humble seen
Until it's for me to kill again
yours, the Kon Artis

Ay yo
Competition of none's
Derelicts the one
Let the bust
one trust

a mic
Slaughter your
Runnin soldiers bitch
water and trife
Competition none such
Derelicts the one
Let the bust
It's Brigade one

a mic
Slaughter your
Runnin' avenue bitch
Smarter and

Who's the fat
Rapping mo' master
Snorting that's whiter than Casper
Better run
I can out-smoke all of you
And bitch I was with asthma
Fuck life, I'd rather track Daniels
weed and rape Cockerspaniels
A peeping Tom, nigga I need
girls
Bitch I only date senior
grandma, nigga I'm the one that vic'd her
Next you rush me
You better be a bit quicker
Run streets in the house
And make of malt liquor
I'm lettin' you the first blow
And ten of your toughest niggas
End ya
the last day of December
(But did you rape bitch?)
I was so drunk I can't
I to be in a group
We had an argument who was the
Now both niggas is dead
And I roll as a solo


Look you stressed out
I divide these bullets equally your crew
And give you so you don't feel left out
Like red the
I'm nailing niggas in they
Just to make walking again a sympathetic
Energetic
Rap and dismantle
MC's and wax you
Like your rap was Candle
Grabbing a mic no handles
Leaving you
Like walking the desert in old
If you or drunk
Keep your in your trunk
We beat you to
Swell you up with mumps
We playa
Cuffin' my
the phlegm out
Getting at you you coming out
Or you out
You never
From this murderous
I'm you pimp
Undeniably you are a
Invincible, why you trying to be a boss
If the Kon Artis say it it's done
or without a gun
Eat a track and spit out a
one
none
Playing the game of
Take your last
'Til your last is left