Luyện nghe bài hát Down for The Count

One, two, three,
bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school from junior high
One, two, three,
Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and
Make foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil

style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way with my man beatboxin
Shootin the - see I'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down fast food high-see's
Type of rap bitch that love underground
Gettin more than that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set sounds*}
Better off behind a desk tryin to the net
Cause I be adamant, kill 'em my joints get added in
than boric acid in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, the fanbases
Leavin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with
the party over here like they Israelites
Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??)
Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no

One, two, three,
Rock the world like the Rolling Stone tour
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb
By a terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three,
The stuff legends are of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we break on
Before I care about your on me, we take on you

Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your from the start, yo
Rage the Machine, break it apart
Might be your head, but it's straight from the heart
I show my in the light while why'all hate in the dark
to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art
Givin battle scars, ALWAYS makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your
You bitch whether I say it or not
is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's on the map
From now we fadin to black
Where we at? Thug love metal clubs ghetto
When the let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on laced with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue
Then fall the fuck off like affected with leprosy

One, two, three,
Why the fuck can't MC no more?
til somebody put me under the ground
With a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my
One, two, three,
Takin me to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto'
"Gimme Mo'" like Busta Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your neighborhood lush

I'm I-rate, usin your body for live
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you take
Dilate, cock the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days, the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance than quicksand
Supply and demand the is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the
Your little lungs is too weak to with God
Rah Digga, Lady of the Flipmode Squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the
For the time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like everytime
I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I the fifth
You at the door bitchin because you ain't on the list

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