Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck A Hook

Da 5'9"]
Comin up next is the
DJ's and

We takin it to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, about to make a nigga spin on his
down at him lookin astounded
Not on a cardboard, on the ground with surroundin
Ready to draw around him; an outline of his body in form
His niggaz'll bark for him, for real, his warm
This nigga let the trigger talk for him
So been warned (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..)
I even need to be drunk forever, the liquor is rootin me on
I turn tables fast as Jam Jay do
I'm N.W.A., I choke like Dre
If you could choose a broke nose or the A.K.
Poke holes in the pavement, throw in the grave
I movies like Cube 'cept I use hammers
YEP!I shoot but I don't do it cameras
NOPE!So you can call me
You can all witness what I be to all of these rappers (yes!)
Wit'chall sloppy tactics; try to copycat me
if you tryna box me back
And watch your back, don't take look into the eyes
of a nigga that's willin to 'til he blind

(Fuck a hook.. a hook)
(Fuck a hook.. a hook.. fuck a hook)
Chk-chk-chk, Royce.. 5.. 9.. (he's baaaaack)
Yeah, and on
Chk-chka-chka-chka, I will all day
YES!
I'll show you the back of brain

Slap you the back of the gun
I aim to hit, I pack macs, accurate
Clap you when the rappin is
Change the clip, I send rappers back where they
I'm of bein a fuckin day late and a dollar short
Changin fast, the I ask is not a sport
And I'm back!All of you rap niggaz your mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't flyin by on bikes
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you tonight
And I, am the head reaper the sick shit
This iron is you the shine designed by Christ
You to see dead people without the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, takin off my mother's table'll
get you killed regardless, my brother's label
My heart and arteries a part of me, that'll test the
We can do it, put your vest into it,

(Fuck a hook.. a hook.. fuck a hook)
Yea - NO!
Chka-chka-chk, you wanna play with him today
Yeah, hardcore!Rhymes galore!
I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..
OHH!Givin you you need
Yeah, the rap is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe life in it

it back to when niggaz was cypherin
Yeah, back in the DAY, when nobody needed radio
I was straight long as my radio played
And this went on all of them pay dates
We was backflippin and to save face
I hope you lay on your back, you sayin your grace (pray!)
These days, we'll give you the mac so in your place
These new cats rap to me they groupies
You see 'em in Max Julius or them Guccis
Or they woulda got robbed for them
or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we your
items we took, have you goin to
We crooks, we either pro or goin to jail
I know spare - many lifes
This rap is comin with ME, cause don't nobody know how to share
(Fuck a hook.. a hook.. fuck a hook)

Chka-chka...
("Get in mind, get in your mind
Get in your all day!!")