Luyện nghe bài hát Even If

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

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

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

We got the clan in the and police at the door
Every is laced with C-4
'Bout to blow trial I'm passed out
MCs is bitches in tongs, they ass out

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

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

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

Even if I died a deaths
When I through my first born
My name lives on, my words is like a degree
The young buzzworthy on your MTV

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

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

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

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

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

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