Luyện nghe bài hát Friction

Is you Back by popular demand
Murderous tactics
Clan, no rehearsal or practice
Niggaz ain't for this, niggaz ain't ready for this
ain't ready for this

Chrome dips beamin' off sun rays
Trees are fade, blendin' with the side burn
Cotton club status, clientel, SL, heavy
Niggaz jail, young screw well

Swingin' like Smokey on the slow
Shiny hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key
If you don't know by now, you'll know me
You know me, I swing it to the ins and the OG's

Witnessed by notary public, rough shit
Does it good, how was it?
like the subway tracks
My permanate like graffiti on the project walls

On the AWOL, Jamal Duval
through the universe, plans of roamin' it all
In the meantime, in between time, we
Dangerous minds travel on this climb

If you some, get some, this is it, son, this one
'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, none
Flip one, you bring your big gun

niggaz I'd rather not spar minds with
They can't simulate my or fuck with
Creative testosterone, mic-phone
The menopausable quakage
like estrogen, we makin', all of the above

Supremely I hold my shit, when I run, I hesitate to stomp the
Bring from the brain, nigga
They tried to send me back, but still I
form mind frame contains elements of iron which began steel

Healin' men life, Allah just me forth to bust mine
This time I spare no one, sword seed technique
the earth, take the head of those and feed 'em to the universe
Blessed with volts of electric, life segments, it's hectic

If you want some, get some, this is it, son, one
Make 'em the friction
hit, son, miss none
Flip one, you better your big gun

Poetry in motion, to west coastin'
Overseas blowin' with lines woven
Still full speed, pullin' g's
Tryin' to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to

I excel, cast spells similar to
Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J.
Splurg inner city uncensored version
Mergin' the fast lane, stained with the urban

Word in the street, his work was teeth
Synthetically weak, make the fans start
Any comeback attempts would only be in
They soon fall off, be mentally lost reach

My technique's leaves a permanent crease
my 2 feet, shootin' with the quick release
Never cease fire a street called Desire
The sire, disturbin' the with c-ciphers

Who comes amongst and tries to peep it
The secret of the deadly art, leak it
Snakes, leeches surround the
I the diversion shot, then slip with the swiftness

The weaver raindrop, the eye confused
Understandin' blurred, cloudy electrical storms
From the Masta, classical head slang

The deaf tone rises like the blind and
Lickin' shots at the microphone, Iron
We the first to set off shit, to run
Who some, come and get some, motherfucker

If you want some, get some, is it, son, this one
'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, miss
Flip one, you better bring big guns