Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you one
Please, y'all niggaz money's low
But could you come 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 battle for nigga

You want a pound crab? Nah let his swing
I ought to punch a 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

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

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

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

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

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 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 been sniffin'

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

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

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

This has no limitations, this time there's no hesitation
Collecting 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

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

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

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

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 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
niggas guess who stuck son, left his nuts hungs
Switch, finger itch, at you like a bitch
y'all niggaz snitched

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

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

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