Luyện nghe bài hát Dolla

Yeah, like that
Uh huh, whoo, that
Minor, S.O.B.
Yeah, like this,

please, I only need a second
To a mental impression directly on any record so
Give me space to move, room to I'm stupid with the P's and Q's
and gentlemen I'm sending you bending
Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the
And be damned if I let another man get to me
I'll you with a shoe to the family jewelry
I'm back with fury, attack
Sick a BIC pen, all up in your shit man
You never knew the was sick as this
Bitch, when I'm letting you know
Got a on these tracks that you wish you got
Got a clique of assholes, I kid you not
So when mixtape's done and that album drops
Ryu and Tak and me got it and locked, believe it

You still breathing? I'm cocking and
Tucked still? Nope, I don't a fuck who sees it
Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small
For three fucking weeks you reek like dog waste
Ugh, really, I put a in his place
Let's see if he freestyles a pump in his face
Got something to say? Please, better keep it a
The streets got hideous ways of handling beef,
So eat shit, it or love it, the underdogs on top
Getting telling people to suck it
Bucking 'em for real while you fucking around
I'm stuck in the house for months to sharpen my skills
So how it feel? You lames want to claim my throne
You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the
luck, I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy
Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of

Yeah, I'm here to the roof in
You got a watch but your raps are useless
You better cut the 'fore i snap some nooses
And leave you all snoozing' on afternoon shit
I hit the with a cake and batter for fun
to spit bleach in his face
It's lunchtime punk, the face
Hit you with a punchline you choke on your teeth
Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy
Like Angels and Demons DaVinci's Code
One drop in the cannister, people split the
Blowing planet to shit once I hit the road
You in the tight bitch, cut you with
I'm on the night shift see I like cassidy
So kick that shit sound and let the west see
One of the illest names, from S.O.B.

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That's right, Minor
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