Luyện nghe bài hát Forget Me Knots

To all my hardcore niggaz forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these wanna switch me
* 2x *

"hardcore, far than the average"

To all my niggaz yo I'm still the same
Won't let the game me, I'm trying to change the game
This shit is mad lame -- party rules no jeans, timbs
Or hoodies or hats, like you mean me -- fuck ya!
You still get shot up ain't nuttin but players
Fuck you think? nigga steppin on your thousand gators
Stupid-asses -- you shook at the site of crashers
At the actin, like you don't know who bummy jab is
tell you rock, tellin me, "don't act no fool"
"you of scotch on the rocks? " I make the whole shit cool
But i'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants
Deep rollin heat nigga til I'm triple platinum

To all my niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game and all of these niggaz wanna switch me

"hardcore, far more the average"

M.f.c.!!
Hey hey, my partner price man
The whole industry's him and me
Like are to death penalties
But we got the remedy for all punk shit
One clip up in the
Make wiffleballs out all of you popcorn
Callin my crew haters, damn well you hate me
But to stick it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth
Alcatraz, forever rock hard, got scars for this rap
Got locked behind bars, fluck the
All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, in the lobbies
forever rowdy, niggaz _it's your world_ like bobby
Rob these, cats claimin they got so cheese
When it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses freezin
Reppin for my housin p's and, me out in shaolin
Whylin with ghost, deck, and and them
I'm out the door big up my outlaw niggaz
My lovin thirsty out for war niggaz

To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't me)
I know the game change and all of these niggaz switch me

"hardcore, far more the average"
* 2x *

To all my hardcore niggaz don't me (don't forget me)
I know the change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me
Never that, I'm constantly comin clever raps
We sever that, take your head and em leather strap
You better pack, your gat or the outcome you
I them, niggaz can fuck with the ruckus without fun
Aiyyo this about son? aiyyo witness a nigga clout son
with these chickens and sippin on guinness stout son
Without them, this nigga who jumped up and me
"are you fuckin my sister man? " when bitch butch like cassidy
Hell no, quick fast this man the elbow
Shells load, he fell froze, buck like velcro
His man yelled, "yo, ain't no need to fuckin gats,
We all black" put the gat down, I his jaw tapped
I saw that, duke ain't no beef in the first place
a gerk face nigga tryin to rep his birthplace
The worst case scenario, I leave ass shot up
Fuck up my rap product and back to crack
The moral of story is -- there is no moral god
Just my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't us
Youse a fraud,

up
Straight that
Fuck one of y'all up

"hardcore, far than the average"

To all my hardcore don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of niggaz wanna switch me

"hardcore, far more the average"

(what, uh-huh, see you in motherfucker)

To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't me)
The game change.. but y'all

"hardcore, far more the average"

Still in there, up
Heltah skeltah what the

Chop your motherfuckin off and put a walkman on you
With no motherfuckin frequency,

"hardcore, far more the average"

Dip your ass in

"hardcore, far more the average"

And just get the flies to ? you motherfucker
You punk motherfuckers, you sweet of bitches

"hardcore, far than the average"

Fuckin, onionhead-ass, shit