Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

Scrape y'all
This is my word, you see us
you see us flashing and shining
And and adding on

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

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

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

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

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

We movin' through hood like we supposed ta, flexin'
Lex and Diamonds hold the
So keep the the gun Boo
Like bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In your rap utilities, to fuck with the
Race like a cell to the ovary
Microphone tone like a rotary phone
Ancient poems and poetry, old

Explosive head bullets, 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 ice and curtains and vice
Come quietly, Clan rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your anxiety

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

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

kid brown in Nicaragua
Gave to MC's, thieves and bank robbers
We drove expensive and took worldwide trips
And my dick's sucked by the finest lips

Fancy delicatessens, and the world's refreshment
But of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the that I rest in
Enter my zone get blown to 99

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

Niggaz is foul and it's season
We at odds 'til we even
Bad asses, high times, lower
mine, straight shots in dirty glasses

Bring it to him, room service, 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
sharp pins that be stabbing you
Pins and needles, and pins

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

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

Reconstruction, the whole science on my, production
Y'all niggas guess who son, left his nuts hungs
Switch, itch, starin at you like a bitch
y'all niggaz snitched

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

We in the mushrooms, the high neck in the custom
Baggy jeans, ropes God, sliding through 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, in position, Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian
Lex retali' whistlin', fake fucks