Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

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

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

Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry on the swarm again
Pirahna niggaz 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 but I'm a bishop

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fake one, I'm to make you take one
Please, y'all niggaz money's low
But you come 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 your shield
Faggot, you fuck punk
We battle for nigga

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

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

Slugs propels from Bobby 12 gauge
page, "Daily Chronicle" reads
"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 like a rotary phone
Ancient poems and poetry, old

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

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

And them to defy me, diary, ya Irie?
I 18 points for my next joint, this high 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 of bitches, and split millions of dollars
And built with of scholars
My life from the hill to the harbor

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

delicatessens, and the world's best refreshment
But none of the above to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the that I rest in
Enter my zone get blown to 99

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

Niggaz is foul and it's season
We at odds we even motherfucker
Bad asses, high times, classes
Taste mine, straight shots in dirty

Bring it to him, room service, pressure
And mad nervy, wavin' guns at the
Ticallion, we worried
Keep sick niggaz seven-thirty

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

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

Yo, my ice look fly up on the 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 whole on my, production
Y'all niggas guess who stuck son, his nuts hungs
Switch, finger itch, starin at you like a
Maybe niggaz snitched

Youse a loner, Adidas top while I
Sip a Corona, the Robb Report, then bone her
Buy you some jewels, some 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 Bacardi

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