Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

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

Y'all niggaz just it, hear me
Only ones who we got respect for
Is them niggaz we say peace 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 made a move, try to 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 California to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul

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

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

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

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

of y'all niggaz built your vine from my stress tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a
Stay kid, twist ya like bolo
You fucking idiot, playing 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

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

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
I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead

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

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

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

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

For no purchase price, I'm a heist
For ice and curtains and vice
Come quietly, Clan rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your anxiety

And lead them to 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 must have been sniffin'

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

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

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

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

Niggaz is foul and duck season
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 ain't
Keep them sick seven-thirty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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