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 I wonder where the coach is
My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill roaches
The dough you're making has got you fronting and faking
heart's been 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 it's just Bonnet
And now it's my turn kid watch me
There's only so many spots had to earn
Pack it up it in
So let me
Don't me have to smack your dumb ass into a head spin
You're in suspense from the aura of my presence
Trying to get props false pretense
You wanna say but you're not sure
If I'm a dis ya cause you're not
Like the cheap version that gets cut with baking
If you had game you couldn't get over
I know your gotta be crazy weak
Cause I can judge them by the company they
Way deep is how I get this rap thing
you're napping I got your chick's titties flapping
She's asking for me to hit her off
I'm a slay all you punks as if I was ...
When you out to appeal to the masses
You have to go back and enroll in some
All you pieces start shaking your asses
All you holders take two pulls and pass it
in '89 I dropped too much acid
Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Placid
While you busy on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many have you fasted

Get up I'll break ya a little something
I'm fed up it's to go head hunting
up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up it's to go head hunting
Get up I'll break ya down a 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 hunting
Hey what's that sound don't turn
To back I got the grey ground
Hard for you chumps act odd
The ones faking jacks guns acting hard
But let's you really had a burner
You would still some lessons on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a I'm a just kill your ego
Cause we know you ain't really got no people
Murdering a prop my man this my homey
You need to get the fuck out my cause you don't know me jack
Eeny miney moe
I put in your mental and I watch em grow
on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the dough in my and I rock the show
I know and you this is how we go
Somalaku to the
Shalom to the
Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the
These seven sins represent my jinn
You on testing me kid where you been
I been told all my I'm my only friend
There's a killer on the road it's the end
And you think that I'm a dummy
But while you're out at the spot I'm chilling with your honey
I kicks
Steven King I write the horror
If you see tomorrow when I lead you're best to follow
Or be left 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 blowing up because of Guinness kid
You ain't did the bid you ain't pulled the trigger
You battle me I make you stagger more than
I get raw I'm quickdraw the outlaw I dealt
Ready to fuck with me so boy you stop
Cause I'm a beat your ass like your
Get the estate money and then the props

Lyrics by: mikE'97