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

I say brothers are amused by other reps
But they're all roles 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 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 trying to flaunt it but it's just Bonnet
And now my turn kid watch me churn
There's only so spots they're had to earn
it up pack 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
to get props under false 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 still couldn't get
I know your crew's gotta be crazy
Cause I can judge by the company they keep
Way deep is how I get into rap thing
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 sell out to to the masses
You have to go back and enroll in classes
All you curve pieces shaking your asses
All you blunt holders take two and pass it
in '89 I dropped too much acid
Rock Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid
you busy ragging on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many days have you

Get up I'll break ya a little something
I'm fed up it's to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be
I'm fed up it's time to go hunting
Get up I'll break ya a little something
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Dead up too many be fronting
I'm fed up it's to go head hunting
Hey what's that sound don't around
To back I got the grey ground
Hard for you chumps act odd
The ones jacks packing guns acting hard
But suppose you really had a burner
You would still need some lessons on how to it firmer
Fuck a I'm a just kill your ego
Cause we that you ain't really got no people
Murdering a prop my man my homey that
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't know me
Eeny meeny moe
I put seeds in your mental and I watch em
Turn on the instrument and clock my flow
Put the in my pocket and I rock the show
Cause I and you this is how we go
to the Muslim
Shalom to the
Geed lust envy sloth gluttony and wrath do the math
seven deadly sins represent my jinn
You on testing me kid where you been
I been told all my life I'm my only
There's a killer on the road money the end
And you might think I'm a dummy
But while you're out at the spot I'm home chilling with your
I flavor
Like Steven King I the horror
If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead you're to follow
Or you'll be along the road in the dust
And me and you won't have too much to
me I be the gifted unlimited
Too many of these rappers blowing up because of kid
You ain't did the bid you ain't never pulled the
You me I make you stagger more than liquor
I get raw I'm the outlaw I dealt ya'll
to fuck with me so boy you better stop
Cause I'm a your ass like your pops
Get the real money and then the props

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