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

I say brothers are amused by brothers reps
But they're all playing roles like Omar Epps
I see so many players I where the coach is
My name's Everlast I'm to kill like roaches
The dough that you're has got you fronting and faking
Your heart's been 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 Blue
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 your dumb ass into a head spin
You're left in from the aura of my presence
Trying to get props under false
You wanna say something but 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 crew's gotta be crazy weak
Cause I can judge by the company they keep
Way is how I get into 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 like as if I was ...
When you sell out to to the masses
You have to go back and in some classes
All you curve start shaking your asses
All you blunt holders take two pulls and it
Back in '89 I dropped too acid
Rock from Habasoo out to Lake Placid
you busy ragging on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many have you fasted

Get up break ya down a little something
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be
I'm fed up it's time to go head
Get up break ya down 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 what's that sound don't around
To your back I got the grey
Hard for you chumps act odd
The ones jacks packing guns acting hard
But let's suppose you had a burner
You would still need some on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a murder I'm a just 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 cause you don't know me jack
Eeny meeny moe
I put in your mental and I watch em grow
Turn on the instrument and then 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 gluttony pride and wrath do the math
These seven sins represent my jinn
You scheming on me kid where you been
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 I'm a dummy
But while you're out at the I'm home chilling with your honey
I flavor
Steven King I write the horror
If you wanna see when I lead you're best to follow
Or you'll be left along the in the dust
And me and you won't have too much to
Trust me I be the gifted
Too many of these blowing up because of Guinness kid
You ain't did the bid you ain't never the trigger
You battle me I make you stagger more than
I get raw I'm quickdraw the I dealt ya'll
to fuck with me so boy you better stop
Cause I'm a beat your ass like pops
Get the estate money and then the props

Lyrics by: mikE'97