Luyện nghe bài hát Even If

Come on, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah 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' nothin' 'cause we had it up to here, word

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Repetitious rap shit don't get no airplay in my
And niggas can't smoke with dry
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, make civilized
You know right from wrong so know that I'm the
I dope for be and see the tracks on my arm,

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

This the Method Man for short Mr. Meth,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, on

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