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

I say brothers are amused by brothers reps
But they're all playing just like Omar Epps
I see so players I wonder where the coach is
My name's Everlast I'm to kill like roaches
The dough that you're making has got you fronting and
Your heart's been shook your brain's like bacon
Can't believe you're not butter you you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but it's just Blue
And now it's my kid watch me churn
There's only so many they're 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 props under pretense
You wanna say something but not sure
If I'm a dis ya you're not pure
Like the cheap version that cut with baking soda
If you had game you couldn't get over
I know crew's gotta be crazy weak
Cause I can judge by the company they keep
Way is how I get into this rap thing
While you're I got your chick's titties flapping
She's for me to hit her off lovely
I'm a slay all you like as if I was ...
When you sell out to 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 busy on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many days have you

Get up I'll break ya down a something
I'm fed up it's time to go hunting
Dead up too many crews be
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Get up I'll break ya 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 to go head hunting
Hey what's that sound turn around
To your I got the grey ground
for you chumps that act odd
The ones faking packing guns acting hard
But let's suppose you had a burner
You still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a murder I'm a just kill ego
Cause we know that you really got no people
Murdering a my man this my homey that
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 then my flow
Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the
Cause I and you this is how we go
Somalaku to the
Shalom to the
Geed lust envy gluttony pride and wrath do the math
These deadly sins represent my jinn
You on testing me kid where you been
I told all my life I'm my only friend
a killer on the road money it's the end
And you might that I'm a dummy
But while out at the spot I'm home chilling with your honey
I kicks
Like Steven 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 too much to discuss
Trust me I be the gifted
Too of these rappers blowing up because of Guinness kid
You ain't did the bid you ain't never the trigger
You battle me I make you more than liquor
I get raw I'm quickdraw the outlaw I dealt
Ready to 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