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

I say brothers are amused by other brothers
But they're all roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder where the is
My name's I'm hard to kill like roaches
The that you're making has got you fronting and faking
Your heart's been shook your brain's like bacon
believe you're not butter you thought you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but it's just Blue
And now it's my turn kid me churn
There's only so many spots had to earn
it up pack it in
So let me
Don't make me have to smack your ass into a head spin
You're left in suspense from the of my presence
Trying to get under false pretense
You wanna say something but you're not
If I'm a dis ya cause not pure
Like the cheap version that gets cut baking soda
If you had you still couldn't get over
I know your crew's gotta be weak
Cause I can judge by the company they keep
Way is how I get into this rap thing
While you're napping I got your titties flapping
She's asking for me to hit her off
I'm a slay all you like as if I was ...
When you out to appeal to the masses
You have to go and enroll in some classes
All you pieces start shaking your asses
All you blunt take two pulls and pass it
Back in '89 I dropped too much
Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Placid
While you busy ragging on the people you
I'm asking how days have you fasted

Get up I'll ya down a little something
I'm fed up it's time to go hunting
up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Get up I'll break ya down a little
I'm fed up it's time to go hunting
Dead up too many crews be
I'm fed up it's time to go head
Hey what's that sound don't around
To your back I got the ground
for you chumps that act odd
The ones faking packing guns acting hard
But suppose you really had a burner
You would still need some lessons on how to hold it
Fuck a murder I'm a kill your ego
Cause we know that you really got no people
Murdering a prop my man this my homey
You to get the fuck out my face cause you don't know me jack
Eeny miney moe
I put seeds in your and I watch em grow
Turn on the instrument and then my flow
Put the in my pocket and I rock the show
Cause I know and you is how we go
to the Muslim
Shalom to the
Geed lust sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math
These seven sins represent my jinn
You scheming on testing me kid you been
I been all my life I'm my only friend
There's a killer on the road money the end
And you might think that I'm a
But you're out at the spot I'm home chilling with your honey
I kicks
Steven King I write the horror
If you wanna see tomorrow I lead you're best to follow
Or you'll be left along the in the dust
And me and you have too much to discuss
Trust me I be the gifted
Too many of these rappers blowing up because of kid
You ain't did the bid you never pulled the trigger
You battle me I you stagger more than liquor
I get raw I'm quickdraw the outlaw I ya'll
to fuck with me so boy you better stop
Cause I'm a beat ass like your pops
Get the real money and then the props

Lyrics by: mikE'97