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

I say brothers are by other brothers reps
But they're all playing roles just Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder where the is
My name's I'm hard to kill like roaches
The dough that you're making has got you and faking
Your heart's been your brain's cooked like bacon
Can't you're not butter you thought you was on it
Out to flaunt it but it's just Blue Bonnet
And now it's my kid watch 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 dumb ass into a head spin
You're left in suspense the aura of my presence
Trying to get under false pretense
You say something 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 still get over
I your crew's gotta be crazy weak
Cause I can them by the company they keep
Way deep is how I get into this rap
While you're napping I got your titties flapping
She's for me to hit her off lovely
I'm a slay all you like as if I was ...
When you out to appeal to the masses
You to go back and enroll in some classes
All you curve pieces start shaking asses
All you holders take two pulls and pass it
Back in '89 I dropped too much
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 I'll ya down 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 little
I'm fed up it's time to go hunting
Dead up too many crews be
I'm fed up it's to go head hunting
Hey what's that don't turn around
To your back I got the grey
Hard for you that act odd
The ones jacks packing guns acting hard
But let's suppose you had a burner
You would still need some lessons on how to it firmer
Fuck a murder I'm a kill your ego
Cause we know that you ain't really got no
Murdering a prop my man this my homey
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't know me
meeny miney moe
I put in your mental and I watch em grow
Turn on the instrument and clock my flow
Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the
I know and you this is how we go
Somalaku to the
Shalom to the
Geed envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math
seven deadly sins represent my jinn
You scheming on testing me kid where you
I been told all my 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 while you're out at the I'm home chilling with your honey
I flavor
Like King I write the horror
If you see tomorrow when I lead you're 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 unlimited
Too of these rappers blowing up because of Guinness kid
You ain't did the bid you ain't never pulled the
You battle me I make you more than liquor
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 money and then the props

Lyrics by: mikE'97