Luyện nghe bài hát Even If

Come on, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah on

Even if I died a deaths
When I resurrect, I'll still be Meth the jams will still
I'm me and this micphone, we here
And ain't tryin' hear nothin' 'cause we had it up to here,

Lyrics have no code from KRS to the Depeche Mode
Kid, I'm so you catch cold
At the of, it's about to jump off my niggas
Speak with they or their gun talk, yo, Rza

We got the clan in the front and at the door
exit is laced with C-4
'Bout to blow like trial I'm out
MCs is like in tongs, they ass out

But me the M E T H O D too real
I can't be touched and feel the monotony of rap
Take a picture of my nutsack carbon copy
And your crew a fax mothafucka

New and Wu Tang style
Turn it up now then fuck up now
Spit flame, five mics, game, on sight
Bring the pain all night, off the chain, damn

the Method Man for short Mr. Meth, Tical-Lion
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, on

if I died a thousand deaths
When I through my first born
My lives on, my words is like a third degree
The young MC's buzzworthy on MTV

The Killa Bee, John Jacobs up break up schemes and plots
Ace up my sleeves bake up and pots
So this is its come to, huh
Takin' shots at dem kids who used to you, huh

Repetitious rap shit don't get no airplay in my
And niggas smoke with dry lips
So chap my shit, I'm like Kojack
To get my flow and 4-flat I track you down like a low jack

Five five, eye for an eye can I penalize
The uncivilized, them civilized
You know right wrong so know that I'm the bomb
I dope for be and see the on my arm, mothafucka

New and improved Wu Tang
Turn it up now y'all fuck up now
Spit flame, mics, peep game, on sight
Bring the pain all night, off the chain, damn

the Method Man for short Mr. Meth, Tical-Lion
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, on

This is Method Man for Mr.Meth, Tical-Lion
This is Method Man for short Mr.Meth,
This is Method Man for short Mr.Meth,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, on