Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

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

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

Yo, my team be hungry niggaz on the swarm again
niggaz bite 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 pawn but I'm a

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

baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in
But guess what, my got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow rest up

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

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

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

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

Fake one, I'm guaranteed to you take one
Please, y'all niggaz money's low
But could you back 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 fuck punk
We battle for nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

And them to defy 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 must have been sniffin'

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

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

Fancy delicatessens, and the world's best
But of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I in
my zone get blown to 99 sections

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

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

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

this, watch the birdy
These is Ol' and Dirty
sharp pins that be stabbing you
Pins and needles, and pins

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

Yo, my ice fly up on the keyboard son
Niggaz ran up on me law, praising we do by the lords
That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like
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
Maybe y'all niggaz

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

We in the mushrooms, the high neck in the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes God, sliding customs
Chill, y'all niggaz what time 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', the cash, cryin'
Militia, rollin' in position, Casa Blanca Link Christian
Lex retali' whistlin', fake fucks