Luyện nghe bài hát Devious Minds

Uh huh
Bring it back
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 my flow be boone dockin' (that's right)
Knuckles makes the girls go crazy
Roll em cee-lo, dice with me and Lazy
I got a for the mic
Like a 450 pound nigga for chicken
Rappers are suspect, I got to dissect
Rappers 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 niggas be dancin to my still
I spit shit dead niggas could
Stay in my zone to keep sellin
Rappers, fake gangsters, lying to the fans - I'm
You know if a nigga is real
Try to kick it with him, him in his eyes
If he tell you he got a peal
So you can read em that
That niggas not a dawg a mutherfuckin cat

repeat 2X]
It's the Devious Minds that'll make em do things
All you gotta do is and make the mics ring
Don't try to be somthin that not my nigga
Or you might get your ass shot my nigga

2]
it out...
To the Beat ya'll i it rock on and on
Like night being around before morn' (check it out)
I on my own label just like The Artist
Without the high heel boots and no I'm not a loud
Bitches enjoy my flow good sex, then I hit
And Freddie Foxxx ain't buy em shit
Niggas be promisin' (?) and givin out
You can't get a bitch if your
Blow you niggas out smoke
Everybody wanna
Is it for the or the dimes (shit)
I a nigga gotta eat, but at least you could keep the streets
And stop loopin up niggas
I'm sarcastic, I might spit
But don't me I'm just another MC
The only difference is i scrap for
And don't another nigga's lap for mines
It's about beats and
You better get it together
I bring it to you nigga, whatever

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

[During Chorus]
Real
goes out to
My niggas Gang
My Beatminerz
For my M.O.P.
it out
Whaddup Mob
For Niggas