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

I say brothers are by other brothers reps
But they're all roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder where the is
My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill like
The dough that you're has got you fronting and faking
Your heart's been shook your brain's cooked like
Can't believe you're not 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
only so many spots they're had to earn
Pack it up it in
So let me
Don't make me have to smack your ass into a head spin
left in suspense from the aura of my presence
Trying to get props under false
You wanna say something but you're not
If I'm a dis ya cause you're not
Like the cheap that gets cut with baking soda
If you had you still couldn't get over
I know your crew's gotta be weak
I can judge them by the company they keep
Way deep is how I get into rap thing
While you're napping I got your chick's titties
asking for me to hit her off lovely
I'm a slay all you punks as if I was ...
When you out to appeal to the masses
You have to go and enroll in some classes
All you curve start shaking your asses
All you holders take two pulls and pass it
Back in '89 I dropped too much
Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Placid
While you busy on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many days you fasted

Get up I'll 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 head
Get up break 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 head
Hey what's that sound turn around
To your back I got the ground
for you chumps that act odd
The ones faking packing guns acting hard
But suppose you really had a burner
You would need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a murder I'm a just kill ego
Cause we know that you ain't really got no
Murdering a prop my man this my homey
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't me jack
Eeny meeny moe
I put seeds in your mental and I em grow
on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the
Cause I know and you is how we go
Somalaku to the
to the Hebrew
Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the
These seven sins represent my jinn
You scheming on testing me kid where you
I been 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 out at the spot I'm home chilling with your honey
I kicks
Like Steven King I the horror
If you see tomorrow when I lead you're best 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 rappers blowing up because of Guinness kid
You ain't did the bid you never pulled the trigger
You battle me I make you stagger than liquor
I get raw I'm quickdraw the I dealt ya'll
to fuck 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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