Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

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

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

Yo, my team be bellyaching niggaz on the swarm again
niggaz bite 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 God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
Now my proposal the global
From California to courts, it's God so, taste the soul food

Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in
Shorty called me Santa in
But guess what, my got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed to blow your rest up

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

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

Add on, the sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick
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 liver than a dobo
Stay kid, twist ya like bolo
You idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearin' it

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

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

You want a pound Nah let his hand swing
I ought to a hole in his palm with these pointy 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
Washin' niggaz detergent, it's the surgeon

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

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

Explosive head bullets, black
Timberland footed ninjas, who full metal jacket
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, Wu-Tang rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your high

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bring it to him, room service, pressure
And mad nervy, wavin' guns at the
Ticallion, we worried
Keep them sick niggaz

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

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

Yo, my ice fly up on the keyboard son
Niggaz ran up on me law, praising 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 guess who stuck son, left his nuts hungs
Switch, finger itch, starin at you like a
Maybe y'all niggaz

Youse a loner, Adidas top while I
Sip a Corona, read the 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
jeans, thick ropes God, sliding through customs
Chill, niggaz know what time it is
Bond Beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon

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