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

I say are amused by other brothers reps
But they're all roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many players I where the coach is
My name's I'm hard to kill like roaches
The dough that you're has got you fronting and faking
Your heart's been shook 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 it's my turn kid watch me
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 spin
left in suspense 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 not pure
the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda
If you had game you still couldn't get
I know your crew's gotta be weak
Cause I can them by the company they keep
Way is how I get into this rap thing
While you're napping I got your chick's flapping
She's for me to hit her off lovely
I'm a slay all you punks as if I was ...
you sell out to appeal to the masses
You to go back and enroll in some classes
All you curve pieces shaking your asses
All you blunt holders take two pulls and it
Back in '89 I too much acid
Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Placid
While you busy on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many have you fasted

Get up I'll ya down a little something
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Dead up too many be fronting
I'm fed up it's time to go hunting
Get up break ya down a little something
I'm fed up it's time to go hunting
Dead up too crews be fronting
I'm fed up it's time to go hunting
Hey what's that don't turn around
To your back I got the ground
for you chumps 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 hold it
Fuck a murder I'm a just your ego
Cause we know that you ain't got no people
a prop my man this my homey that
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you know me jack
Eeny meeny moe
I put seeds in your mental and I watch em
on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the in my pocket and I rock the show
Cause I and you this is how we go
Somalaku to the
Shalom to the
lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math
These seven sins represent my jinn
You scheming on me kid where you been
I told all my life 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 you're out at the spot I'm home chilling with your honey
I flavor
Like Steven King I write the
If you wanna see when I lead you're best to follow
Or you'll be left the road in the dust
And me and you have too much to discuss
Trust me I be the gifted
Too many of these rappers 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 fuck with me so boy you stop
Cause I'm a beat your ass like pops
Get the real estate money and then the

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