Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

Scrape motherfuckers
This is my word, you see us
When you see us and shining
And and adding on

Y'all niggaz watch it, hear me
Only ones that who we got for
Is them niggaz we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put shoes on

Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the again
Pirahna niggaz dick, yo Son, it's on again
What up, he a move, try to assist it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a but I'm a bishop

Back to the novel, you Son, it's
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the
From California to courts, it's over God so, the soul food

Remember baggy jeans, the in November
Shorty me Santa in December
But guess what, my got messed up
pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your rest up

We scrape that, O' Lake that
My rapper get you sent back
the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians, la costra

We movin' through your hood like we supposed ta,
Lex and Diamonds the settlement
So the bust the gun Boo
Like that bad ass in Dead Presidents

Add on, the sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick
It's jail, and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floating in the S.E., now see

Half of y'all built your vine from my stress tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my liver than a dobo
Stay militant kid, twist ya bolo
You fucking idiot, with my Clan but you be fearin' it

one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, y'all money's gettin' low
But could you come back
Set up shop, and get the fat

Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by
So what the deal now, link up with us, or put shield down
Faggot, you fuck around
We battle for cream

You want a crab? Nah let his hand swing
I ought to a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, your chump ass was dead
I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead

It's nigga, ain't nuttin' changed nigga
Still on a nigga, who tried to run game
Your version of perversion, bitches on Persian rugs
Washin' like detergent, it's the surgeon

Slugs propels from Bobby 12 gauge
Front page, "Daily Chronicle"
"Hell up in Gotham, take heed and yo' seeds"
You like autumn leaves, you lack tranquility

In your rap utilities, to with the abilities
like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary
Ancient poems and poetry, old

head bullets, black hooded
Timberland ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and merchandise

For no purchase price, I'm certainly a
For your ice and and vice
quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your high

And lead them to defy me, diary, ya
I need 18 points for my next joint, high annointed king
To make a deal, I be the one to
Steve must have been sniffin'

To catch somethin' so dope, it left Monica Lynch drippin'
I fuck hundreds of bitches, and split millions of
And built thousands of scholars
My saga from the hill to the harbor

Legal kid brown in
Gave birth to MC's, thieves and bank
We drove expensive whips and took trips
And my been sucked by the finest lips

Fancy delicatessens, and the world's best
But none of the compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I in
Enter my get blown to 99 sections

This rhyme has no limitations, this there's no hesitation
Collecting minds at the door, you want it niggaz yours
The flavors raw, what the you think I'm flowing for
It's and reason, bite the bullet

Niggaz is foul and it's season
We at 'til we even motherfucker
Bad asses, times, lower classes
Taste mine, straight in dirty glasses

Bring it to him, service, under pressure
And mad nervy, wavin' guns at the
Ticallion, we ain't
them sick niggaz seven-thirty

Picture this, watch the
These bastards is Ol' and
With sharp that be stabbing you
and needles, needles and pins

'Nuff said, in your mouth like Tempest Bled'
As I race track with thoroughbreds, the feds

Yo, my ice fly up on the keyboard son
Niggaz ran up on me law, praising what we do by the
That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like
'em food, let the fake evaporate

Reconstruction, that's the science on my, production
Y'all niggas guess who stuck son, left his nuts
Switch, finger itch, starin at you a bitch
Maybe y'all niggaz

a loner, Adidas shell top while I
Sip a Corona, read the Robb Report, bone her
Buy you some jewels, some food
Not mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo

We in the mushrooms, chased the neck in the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes God, sliding customs
Chill, y'all know what time it is
James Bond Beamers behind me on Bacardi

out the pitch like Nolan Ryan, he caught a slug for lyin'
Yeah, you was lyin', the cash, cryin'
Militia, rollin' in position, Blanca Cuban Link Christian
Lex retali' back whistlin', fucks