Luyện nghe bài hát Devious Minds

Uh huh
Bring it baby
me on this...

[Verse
I can chop a beat like Flex
Challenge any MC's style, so next (uh, yeah)
I bring it ruff I be rockin'
Even in the south my flow be boone (that's right)
Bumpy makes the girls go crazy
Roll em like cee-lo, dice me and Lazy
I got a for the mic
a 450 pound nigga for chicken delight
Rappers are suspect, I got styles to
wanna be actors, I direct (feel me)
I a biter laying in the cut
Listen to the lyrical and eat em up (check this)
I did a and Tony Touched 50 MCs
Niggas wanted to here me it way overseas
I I'm so ill
Deaf be dancin to my jams still
I spit shit dead niggas could
Stay in my zone to keep sellin
Rappers, fake gangsters, lying to the fans - I'm
You wanna if a nigga is real
Try to kick it him, look him in his eyes
If he tell you that he got a
So you can read em that
That niggas not a he's a mutherfuckin cat

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It's the Devious Minds that'll em do these things
All you do is rock and make the mics ring
Don't try to be somthin that not my nigga
Or you might get your fakin ass shot my

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it out...
To the ya'll i make it rock on and on
Like night time being around before (check it out)
I rock on my own label like The Artist
Without the high heel boots and no I'm not a guitarist
Bitches enjoy my flow like good sex, I hit
And Freddie Foxxx ain't buy em shit
Niggas be promisin' (?) and givin out
You can't get a bitch if broke
Blow you out like smoke
wanna rhyme
Is it for the love or the (shit)
I know a gotta eat, but at least you could keep the streets
And stop loopin up niggas
I'm sarcastic, shit I might
But mind me I'm just another MC
The difference is i scrap for mines
And don't another nigga's lap for mines
about beats and rhymes
You niggas get it together
Before I it to you nigga, whatever

[Verse
Can I get digible for a and rock the spot
I be to rap what clip be to
Cause imma fool like that, I like Dominique Dawes
I wouldn't mind gettin dem draws
Niggas are fake like drops in Hip-Hop
kinda like wrestling and jumpin off the top -
Rope, You Jackson ass niggas with hope
Got niggas in the audience sick bad dope
You niggas Beatminerz
So you can stop serving up layin ass beats the Greek diner
Check this, it exotic, chaotic
Idiotic, bout it bout it
I got history, B
I rocked with everybody from G Rap to M.O.P.
The Master, did 'Hot Potato' with Treach
Even rocked Pac... but you ain't herd that yet
Niggas be screamin that they
Yeah, real bitch, real soft, like you off
I like big butt and hot cars
And never ta give a bitch a diamond
I'm nice with my rhymin'
Thug in the house
Snatch up every that you see and throw his fuckin ass out

[During Final
Real
goes out to
My Gang Starr
My Beatminerz
For my M.O.P.
it out
Whaddup Mob
For underground