Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

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

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

Yo, my team be bellyaching niggaz on the swarm again
Pirahna niggaz 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, logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the
From California to courts, it's over God so, taste the food

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

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

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

Add on, the billboard
Check it now, you get the gold award
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 my stress tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my liver than a dobo
Stay militant kid, twist ya like
You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be it

Fake one, I'm to make you take one
Please, y'all money's gettin' low
But could you come though
Set up shop, and get the fat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggaz is and it's duck season
We at 'til we even motherfucker
Bad asses, high times, lower
Taste mine, straight in dirty glasses

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

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

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

Yo, my ice look fly up on the son
Niggaz ran up on me law, praising we do by the lords
That's right, exile the fake, hit 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, itch, starin at you like a bitch
y'all niggaz snitched

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

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

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