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 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 bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm
niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a

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 guess what, my got messed up
Autograph up what, blessed enough to blow your rest up

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

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

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

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

one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, niggaz money's 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 with us, or put shield down
Faggot, you around punk
We for cream nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

And lead 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 must have been sniffin'

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

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

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

This rhyme has no limitations, this time 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 rhyme and reason, the bullet

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

Bring it to him, room service, pressure
And mad nervy, wavin' at the clergy
Ticallion, we ain't
Keep them sick seven-thirty

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

'Nuff said, dick in your mouth 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, what we do by the lords
right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like weight
Feed 'em food, let the evaporate

Reconstruction, the whole science on my, production
Y'all niggas guess who 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 some jewels, here's food
Not neccessarily mean to be boo, check out the analoo

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

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