Luyện nghe bài hát Fed Up (remix W, Guru)

I say brothers are amused by brothers reps
But they're all roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many I wonder where the coach is
My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill roaches
The dough that you're making has got you fronting and
Your heart's shook your brain's cooked like bacon
Can't believe you're not you thought you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but just Blue Bonnet
And now it's my turn kid me churn
There's only so many spots had to earn
Pack it up it in
So let me
Don't make me have to smack your dumb ass a head spin
You're left in suspense from the aura of my
Trying to get under false pretense
You wanna say but you're not sure
If I'm a dis ya cause not pure
the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda
If you had game you couldn't get over
I know your crew's gotta be weak
Cause I can judge them by the company they
Way is how I get into this rap thing
While you're napping I got your chick's flapping
She's asking for me to hit her off
I'm a all you punks like as if I was ...
you sell out to appeal to the masses
You have to go back and enroll in classes
All you curve start shaking your asses
All you blunt holders two pulls and pass it
Back in '89 I dropped too acid
from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid
While you busy ragging on the people you
I'm asking how many days you fasted

Get up break ya down a little something
I'm fed up it's time to go head
up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up it's time to go head
Get up I'll break ya down a little
I'm fed up it's time to go hunting
Dead up too crews be fronting
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Hey that sound don't turn around
To your I got the grey ground
Hard for you that act odd
The ones faking jacks packing guns hard
But let's you really had a burner
You would still need lessons on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a murder I'm a just your ego
Cause we know that you really got no people
Murdering a prop my man this my homey
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't me jack
Eeny miney moe
I put seeds in your mental and I em grow
Turn on the instrument and clock my flow
Put the in my pocket and I rock the show
I know and you this is how we go
Somalaku to the
Shalom to the
Geed lust envy sloth pride and wrath do the math
These seven deadly represent my jinn
You on testing me kid where you been
I been told all my life I'm my friend
There's a killer on the road money the end
And you think that I'm a dummy
But while out at the spot I'm home chilling with your honey
I kicks
Like King I write the horror
If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead best to follow
Or you'll be along the road in the dust
And me and you won't have too to discuss
me I be the gifted unlimited
Too many of these rappers blowing up of Guinness kid
You ain't did the bid you never pulled the trigger
You battle me I make you stagger more than
I get raw I'm the outlaw I dealt ya'll
Ready to fuck with me so boy you better
I'm a beat your ass like your pops
Get the real estate and then the props

Lyrics by: mikE'97