Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

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

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

Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In your rap utilities, to with the abilities
Race like a cell to the ovary
Microphone post like a rotary phone
Ancient and poetry, old sloans

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

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

And them to defy me, diary, ya Irie?
I need 18 points for my next joint, this 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 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, and bank robbers
We drove expensive and took worldwide trips
And my been sucked by the finest lips

Fancy delicatessens, and the best refreshment
But none of the above compare to the 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 time there's no
Collecting minds at the door, you want it it's yours
The flavors raw, what the fuck you think I'm for
It's and reason, bite the bullet

Niggaz is foul and it's duck
We at odds we even motherfucker
Bad asses, high times, classes
Taste mine, straight in dirty glasses

Bring it to him, room service, under
And mad nervy, wavin' at the clergy
Ticallion, we worried
Keep sick niggaz seven-thirty

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

'Nuff said, dick in your mouth like 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 like weight
'em food, let the fake evaporate

Reconstruction, that's the whole science on my,
Y'all guess who stuck son, left his nuts hungs
Switch, finger itch, starin at you like a
Maybe y'all snitched

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

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

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