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 players I wonder where the is
My name's I'm hard to kill like roaches
The dough that making has got you fronting and faking
Your heart's been shook your brain's cooked like
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 kid watch me churn
only so many spots they're had to earn
Pack it up it in
So let me
make me have to smack your dumb ass into a head spin
You're 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 you're not pure
Like the cheap version that cut with baking soda
If you had you still couldn't get over
I know your crew's gotta be crazy
Cause I can judge them by the they keep
Way is how I get into this rap thing
While you're I got your chick's titties flapping
asking 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 some
All you curve start shaking your asses
All you holders take two pulls and pass it
Back in '89 I too much acid
Rock from Habasoo out to Lake Placid
While you ragging on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many days have you

Get up I'll break ya down a little
I'm fed up it's to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Get up I'll break ya down a something
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up it's to go head hunting
Hey what's that sound don't around
To your back I got the ground
Hard for you that act odd
The faking jacks packing guns acting hard
But let's you really had a burner
You still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a murder I'm a kill 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 cause you don't know me jack
Eeny miney moe
I put seeds in your mental and I watch em
Turn on the instrument and then my flow
Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the
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 deadly sins represent my
You scheming on testing me kid you been
I told all my life I'm my only friend
There's a killer on the road money the end
And you might that I'm a dummy
But while you're out at the spot I'm home chilling with your
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 the road in the dust
And me and you won't have too much to
me I be the gifted unlimited
Too of these rappers blowing up because of Guinness kid
You ain't did the bid you ain't never the trigger
You battle me I you stagger more than liquor
I get raw I'm quickdraw the outlaw I ya'll
to fuck with me so boy you better stop
Cause I'm a your ass like your pops
Get the real estate money and the props

Lyrics by: mikE'97