Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

You dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados,
What the fuck's up
Do this word up, we could do

Spend too many on the Henny gettin' right
big face Bennies, bettin' against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin' too to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit recorded

Too many nights on the gettin' right
Breakin' big Bennies, bettin' against the friendly dice
I can't it, it's goin' too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never

At a degree Celsius I make MC's melt
Fuck my record I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain to the pain
I walk across the sun barefoot for shade

I your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
And the position of your brain
My hard raps through your hardhats and all that
Nigga, get ya wig back

I you like the Indians on horseback
Running bull will hit you than running back
Stunning man with and cunning rap
running laps around 48 tracks

Like uncut you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin' like on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital
It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like

In fact perhaps you quit rap, instead of always tryin' to diss back
'Cause niggaz keep tellin' you that shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin' you to the mat
Put you in the figure four, break thorax

Jump off the top and land on your back
Till I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill
You get clapped the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin' a paint gun to a shoot out real gats

Y'all is wack, rappin' over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours at
fox boogie in the see through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here
My nigga explain it further if it's not clear

Millionaire at the sky make sure it's still there
Ice stares and my jewelry is in every year
Pierre Cardin in a dapper dan time
Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Van

Initiated to The Firm shit, thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the hit
Initiated to The Firm shit, real thugs quick
Sit back and the ultimate hit

Yo lock in, do the knowledge, the doctrine
We clockin', on your airwaves, it rockin'
up, make fire, light your Purple Haze up
Betcha tired, bitch ass need to be caged up

So up fuck the playin', I'm sick of layin'
I can picture off an SK, shells ricochetin'
Snatched up, in court, eyes half shut
Co defendant caught a life sentence, seem him up

React what, who will, two mill'
Nigga cool bet I'll be home before the news will
Blast fuse and leave Frank Matthews
Perhaps you the concept black, cash rules

Incog, another had deez involved
freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved
Daily routine, up for niggaz who sling
Hand to hand on them street corners you king

time to lock this, join with us, let your glock spit
Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggaz snitch
Get your guns out, it don't much for me to dumb out
Play one route, lay ya down and run south

What's the of this shit? More statistics
Deeper than the of physics, Malibu sand ,the gorgeous bitches
from 1 2 5, my whole crew live
A true desperado, one that never choose

And show sympathy, QB, an entity
Stock exchange, top of the game, you mention me
Image is nothin' just your thirst
I blaze the Purple Haze, sit in a daze, then display birth

For those concerned or just eager to
I speak for The Firm, was told to keep the to burn
Stashin' my riches, past traditions, Olympics pass the torch
Flip shit so could picture my thoughts, I'm driftin'

It's ill wakin' up lookin' like filth
Twenty years younger same hunger ice grill
form grade A pedigree
Born to carve rhymes, a swift helped to set it free

Theoretically peep how we bless this, young and
Guns and westins, learnin' to connect through
From cool feats to camps, shoot back
a proven fact, nine seven's mine, y'all niggaz move back

Spend too many nights on the Henny right
Breakin' big face Bennies, against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin' too to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit recorded

Too many nights on the gettin' right
Breakin' big face Bennies, bettin' against the friendly
I can't call it, it's goin' too good to it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit recorded