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

I say brothers are by other brothers reps
But all playing roles just like Omar Epps
I see so players I wonder where the coach is
My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill like
The dough that you're making has got you 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 it but it's just Blue Bonnet
And now it's my kid watch me churn
There's only so many spots had to earn
Pack it up 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 say something but you're not sure
If I'm a dis ya you're not pure
Like the version that gets cut with baking soda
If you had game you still get over
I know crew's gotta be crazy weak
Cause I can judge them by the 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 punks as if I was ...
When you sell out to to the masses
You have to go back and enroll in classes
All you pieces start shaking your asses
All you blunt take two pulls and pass it
Back in '89 I dropped too 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 ya down a little something
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Get up I'll 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 sound don't around
To your I got the grey ground
for you chumps that act odd
The ones faking jacks packing acting hard
But let's suppose you really had a
You would still need some on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a I'm a just kill your ego
Cause we know that you ain't really got no
a prop my man this my homey that
You need to get the out my face cause you don't know me jack
meeny miney moe
I put seeds in your mental and I em grow
on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the in my pocket and I rock the show
Cause I know and you is how we go
Somalaku to the
Shalom to the
Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the
These deadly sins represent my jinn
You on testing me kid where you been
I told all my life I'm my only friend
There's a killer on the road it's 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 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 have too much to discuss
Trust me I be the gifted
Too many of these rappers blowing up because of kid
You did the bid you ain't never pulled the trigger
You battle me I make you stagger more than
I get raw I'm quickdraw the outlaw I dealt
Ready to with me so boy you better stop
Cause I'm a beat your ass like your
Get the estate money and then the props

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