Luyện nghe bài hát Find That

Psycho
Step in my again balloons you're swallowin'
it transportin' it
Through metal no one's followin'
is clear from the east coast to South America, MEDELLIN
Known for dirt but my tracks clean
As I you get hit by a missle
While you're eatin' tryin' to reach for your pistol
You's a beginner, at
You need
My label put doe on the
For me to whack
I whack 'em bag 'em trunk 'em
Daily my product bring new fiends
From new areas my tunes start like bacterias
Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my is lovin' it
Niggas is it uh dubbin' it
I it to you raw out the speaker
While you indoors like a fuckin' keeper
Dustin' I be outdoors
Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my like eggs
Niggas pay (what you do?) I brake legs
Snap shoot off techs do like the IRS
And your fuckin' Lex

Yo where the fuck my car? (Ah man you understand)
What?! (T.N.T. rolled up) What? I'm out.

Undoubtedly techniques through let it be known
Mics MC's who intersect my zone
It's the beer drinkin' cuban money thinker
Lethal joy homicide body sticker
when I slip into hysteria mode
As I rise to every area code
Junkyard like a crook in the
I mines I take mines dressed in black holdin' the mic
Now give me my and no stories
Excuses bore me so nigga don't try to reassure me
the plan you need to have my money on hand
If you don't you gon die where you stand
Surprise I'm never lettin' shit by
Nigga either you gon correct or you die
So if you owe me money find that shit
Cause nigga die quick behind that shit

If you owe me money better find shit
niggas will die quick behind that shit

It's the little pistol packin'
Money stackin' super down low know
mackin'
Scared, never catchin' cases yo
Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn
React like a cat always danger
Cause I ain't never sold no drugs to no
The rearranger of and baselines
It's hardcore it raw e'ry time

Les:
NYPD for me knockin' at 1G
Nobody home ask my nobody know
I'm at where I be what I'm doin'
How I'm livin' drivin' women screwin'
Up my stack short I ain't havin' it
See that fat link on your neck? I'm it
The clocks tickin' and I'm a time shit
You got 24 to find that shit
If you owe better find that shit
Cause is dyin' TOO behind that shit