Luyện nghe bài hát Devious Minds

Uh huh
Bring it baby
me on this...

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

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

2]
it out...
To the Beat ya'll i make it on and on
Like night time around before morn' (check it out)
I rock on my own just like The Artist
the high heel boots and no I'm not a loud guitarist
Bitches enjoy my flow good sex, then I hit
And Freddie Foxxx ain't buy em shit
be promisin' (?) and givin out toasts
You can't get a if your broke
you niggas out like smoke
Everybody rhyme
Is it for the or the dimes (shit)
I know a gotta eat, but at least you could keep the streets
And stop loopin up beats
I'm sarcastic, shit I spit
But don't mind me I'm just MC
The difference is i scrap for mines
And ride another nigga's lap for mines
It's about and rhymes
You better get it together
I bring 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 like that, I flip like Dominique Dawes
I wouldn't mind gettin dem draws
Niggas are fake like radio in Hip-Hop
kinda like wrestling and jumpin off the top -
Rope, You Jesse Jackson ass with hope
Got niggas in the audience sick bad dope
You niggas need
So you can stop serving up layin ass like the Greek diner
Check this, it gets exotic,
Idiotic, niggas bout it it
I got history, B
I done rocked with everybody G Rap to M.O.P.
The Master, did 'Hot Potato' with Treach
Even rocked with Pac... but you herd that yet
Niggas be screamin that real
Yeah, real bitch, soft, like you smooth off
I like big bitches and hot cars
And never ta give a bitch a diamond
Cause I'm with my rhymin'
Thug in the house
Snatch up coward that you see and throw his fuckin ass out

[During Final
niggaz
This out to
My niggas Gang
My niggas
For my M.O.P.
it out
Whaddup Mob
For underground