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 players I wonder the coach is
My Everlast I'm hard to kill like roaches
The that 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 butter you you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but it's Blue Bonnet
And now it's my turn kid me churn
only so many spots they're had to earn
Pack it up it in
So let me
Don't make me have to smack your dumb ass into a head
You're in suspense from the aura of my presence
Trying to get props under pretense
You wanna say something but you're not
If I'm a dis ya you're not pure
Like the cheap version that gets cut baking soda
If you had game you still get over
I know your gotta be crazy weak
Cause I can judge them by the company keep
Way is how I get into this rap thing
While you're napping I got your chick's titties
asking for me to hit her off lovely
I'm a slay all you like as if I was ...
you sell out to appeal to the masses
You to go back and enroll in some classes
All you pieces start shaking your asses
All you holders take two pulls and pass it
Back in '89 I dropped too much
Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Placid
While you ragging on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many days you fasted

Get up I'll break ya down a little
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Dead up too crews be fronting
I'm fed up it's to go head hunting
Get up I'll break ya a little something
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up it's time to go head
Hey that sound don't turn around
To your I got the grey ground
Hard for you 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 just kill ego
Cause we know that you ain't got no people
Murdering a my man this my homey that
You need to get the fuck out my cause you don't know me jack
meeny miney moe
I put seeds in your mental and I watch em
on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the dough in my and I rock the show
Cause I 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 deadly sins represent my
You on testing me kid where you been
I been all my life I'm my only friend
There's a killer on the money it's 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 when I you're best to follow
Or you'll be left the road in the dust
And me and you won't too much to discuss
Trust me I be the gifted
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 liquor
I get raw I'm the outlaw I dealt ya'll
Ready to fuck with me so boy you stop
Cause I'm a beat your ass like pops
Get the estate money and then the props

Lyrics by: mikE'97