Luyện nghe bài hát Forget Me Knots

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

"hardcore, far more the average"

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

"hardcore, far more the average"

M.f.c.!!
Hey hey, that's my partner man
The whole industry's him and me
Like are to death penalties
But we got the remedy for all that shit
One up in the macra
wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappers
Callin my haters, knowin damn well you hate me
But scared to stick it to me, knowin damn I break teeth
Alcatraz, forever rock hard, got for this rap shit
Got locked bars, fluck the actin
All my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the
Stay forever rowdy, niggaz _it's your like bobby
Rob these, cats claimin they got so much
When it's zero degrees and they monkey-asses home freezin
Reppin for my housin p's and, me out in shaolin
Whylin ghost, deck, and tical and them
I'm out the door 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 don't forget me (don't forget me)
I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna me
Never that, I'm constantly comin with raps
We sever that, take your head and slap em strap
You better pack, your gat or the outcome you
I doubt them, niggaz can with the ruckus without fun
Aiyyo what about son? aiyyo witness a nigga clout son
Trippin with these chickens and sippin on stout son
Without them, this nigga who jumped up and me
"are you fuckin my sister man? " when that bitch butch like
Hell no, quick this man caught the elbow
Shells load, he fell froze, buck stuck velcro
His man yelled, "yo, ain't no to fuckin draw gats,
We all black" put the gat down, I left his jaw
I saw that, duke ain't no beef in the first place
Just a gerk face nigga to rep his birthplace
The worst scenario, I leave your ass shot up
Fuck up my rap product and back to narcotics
The moral of this story is -- there is no god
Just my is hard, and if your shit ain't like us
Youse a fraud,

up
Straight like
one of y'all niggaz 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 these wanna switch me

"hardcore, far than the average"

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

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

"hardcore, far more the average"

in there, word up
Heltah skeltah the fuck

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

"hardcore, far more the average"

Dip ass in honey

"hardcore, far than the average"

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

"hardcore, far than the average"

Fuckin, onionhead-ass, shit