Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

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

niggaz just watch it, hear me
Only that who we got respect 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 bite dick, yo Son, it's on
up, he made a move, try to assist it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a

Back to the novel, you Son, logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the
Now my proposal the global
From California to courts, it's God so, taste the soul food

Remember jeans, the Timberlands in November
Shorty me Santa in December
But what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, enough to blow your rest up

We scrape that, Land O' Lake
My dolo rapper get you back
Represent the gentlemens who that
Flash like Italians, la costra nostra

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

Add on, the sloan
Check it now, you get the dick award
It's like jail, and it's the 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 flavor liver than a
Stay militant kid, twist ya like
You fucking idiot, with my Clan but you be fearin' it

Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you one
Please, y'all niggaz gettin' low
But you come back though
Set up shop, and get the fat

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

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

Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nuttin' changed nigga
Still shame on a nigga, who tried to run
Your version of perversion, bitches on Persian rugs
niggaz like detergent, it's the surgeon

Slugs propels Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
page, "Daily Chronicle" reads
"Hell up in Gotham, heed and protect yo' seeds"
You like autumn leaves, you lack tranquility

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

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

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

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

To catch somethin' so dope, it left Lynch pussy drippin'
I fuck hundreds of bitches, and split of dollars
And built with of scholars
My life saga from the to the harbor

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

Fancy delicatessens, and the world's refreshment
But none of the above to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the home I rest in
my zone get blown to 99 sections

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

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

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

Picture this, the birdy
bastards is Ol' and Dirty
With sharp pins be stabbing you
Pins and needles, needles and

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

Yo, my ice fly up on the keyboard son
Niggaz ran up on me law, praising what we do by the
right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like weight
Feed 'em food, let the 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 like a
Maybe niggaz snitched

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

We in the mushrooms, chased the high in the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes God, sliding through
Chill, niggaz know what time it is
James Bond Beamers me on Bacardi Limon

Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan, he caught a slug for
Yeah, you was lyin', where's the cash,
Militia, rollin' in position, Casa Blanca Link Christian
Lex retali' back whistlin', fake