Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Season

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

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

Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the again
Pirahna bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
up, he made 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, 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 food

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

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

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

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

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

Fake one, I'm guaranteed to you take one
Please, y'all niggaz money's 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 your shield
Faggot, you fuck around
We battle for 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, knew your chump ass was
When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny

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

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

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

Explosive head bullets, hooded
footed ninjas, who full metal jacket 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 and vice
Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan society
Because of variety, so maintain your high

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

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

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

Fancy delicatessens, and the world's refreshment
But none of the compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the home I rest in
my zone get blown 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 I'm flowing for
It's rhyme and reason, bite the

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

it to him, room service, under pressure
And mad nervy, guns at the clergy
Ticallion, we ain't
Keep them niggaz seven-thirty

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

'Nuff said, dick in your mouth Tempest Bled'
As I track with 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
That's right, the fake, hit them niggaz like weight
Feed 'em food, let the evaporate

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

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

We in the mushrooms, chased the neck in the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes God, sliding customs
Chill, niggaz know what time it is
Bond Beamers behind me on Bacardi 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, Casa Blanca Cuban Link
Lex retali' back whistlin', fake