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

I say brothers are amused by other brothers
But they're all playing just like Omar Epps
I see so many I wonder where the coach is
My Everlast I'm hard to kill like roaches
The dough that making has got you fronting and faking
Your heart's been your brain's cooked like bacon
Can't believe not butter you thought you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but it's Blue Bonnet
And now my turn 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 your ass into a head spin
You're left in suspense 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
the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda
If you had you still couldn't get over
I know crew's gotta be crazy weak
I can judge them by the company they keep
Way deep is how I get into rap thing
While you're napping I got your chick's flapping
She's for me to hit her off lovely
I'm a all you punks like as if I was ...
When you sell out to appeal to the
You have to go back and in some classes
All you pieces start shaking your asses
All you blunt holders take two pulls and it
Back in '89 I dropped too much
Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Placid
While you busy ragging on the people you
I'm asking how days have you fasted

Get up break ya down a little something
I'm fed up it's time to go hunting
Dead up too many be fronting
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Get up I'll break ya down a little
I'm fed up it's time to go head
up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Hey what's that sound don't around
To your back I got the grey
for you chumps that act odd
The faking jacks packing guns acting hard
But let's suppose you had a burner
You would still need lessons on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a murder I'm a kill your ego
we know that you ain't really got no people
Murdering a my man this my homey that
You need to get the out my face cause you don't know me jack
Eeny miney moe
I put in your mental and I watch em grow
Turn on the and then clock my flow
Put the in my pocket and I rock the show
Cause I know and you is how we go
to the Muslim
Shalom to the
Geed lust envy sloth pride and wrath do the math
These seven deadly sins my jinn
You scheming on me kid where you been
I been told all my life I'm my friend
a killer on the road 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 kicks
Like King I write the horror
If you wanna see tomorrow I lead 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 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 stagger more than
I get raw I'm quickdraw the I dealt ya'll
Ready to with me so boy you better stop
Cause I'm a beat your ass your pops
Get the estate money and then the props

Lyrics by: mikE'97