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

I say brothers are by other brothers reps
But they're all playing roles like Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder the coach is
My name's I'm hard to kill like roaches
The dough that you're making has got you and faking
Your heart's been shook your 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 many spots they're had to
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 from the aura of my
Trying to get props false pretense
You wanna say something but you're not
If I'm a dis ya cause not pure
the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda
If you had game you couldn't get over
I know crew's gotta be crazy 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 titties flapping
She's asking for me to hit her off
I'm a all you punks like as if I was ...
When you sell out to to the masses
You to go back and enroll in some classes
All you curve start shaking your asses
All you blunt holders two pulls and pass it
Back in '89 I too much acid
Rock from Lake out to Lake Placid
While you busy ragging on the you blasted
I'm how many days have you fasted

Get up break ya down a little something
I'm fed up time to go head hunting
Dead up too crews 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 head
Dead up too many crews be
I'm fed up it's time to go head
Hey what's that sound don't turn
To your back I got the grey
Hard for you chumps act odd
The ones jacks packing guns acting hard
But let's suppose you had a burner
You still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
a murder I'm a just kill your ego
Cause we that you ain't really got no people
a prop my man this my homey that
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't me jack
Eeny meeny 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 gluttony and wrath do the math
seven deadly sins represent my jinn
You scheming on testing me kid you been
I been all my life I'm my only friend
a killer on the road 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 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 unlimited
Too many of these blowing up because of Guinness kid
You ain't did the bid you never pulled the trigger
You battle me I make you stagger more liquor
I get raw I'm the outlaw I dealt ya'll
Ready to fuck me so boy you better stop
Cause I'm a beat your ass like your
Get the real money and then the props

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