Luyện nghe bài hát Forget Me Knots

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

"hardcore, far more the average"

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

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

"hardcore, far more the average"

M.f.c.!!
Hey hey, that's my partner man
The whole against him and me
Like thugs are to penalties
But we got the remedy for all punk shit
One up in the macra
Make out all of you popcorn rappers
Callin my crew haters, damn well you hate me
But scared to it to me, knowin damn well I break teeth
Alcatraz, forever rock hard, got for this rap shit
Got behind bars, fluck the actin
All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the
Stay rowdy, niggaz _it's your world_ like bobby
Rob these, cats they got so much cheese
When it's zero degrees and send they home freezin
Reppin for my housin p's and, catch me out in
Whylin with ghost, deck, and tical and
Before I'm out the big up my outlaw niggaz
My hardcore lovin out for war niggaz

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

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

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

up
Straight like
one of y'all niggaz up

"hardcore, far more the average"

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

"hardcore, far than 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 than the average"

Still in there, up
skeltah what the fuck

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

"hardcore, far than the average"

Dip your ass in

"hardcore, far than the average"

And then get the flies to ? you motherfucker
You punk motherfuckers, you sweet sons of

"hardcore, far more the average"

Fuckin, onionhead-ass, hardcore