Luyện nghe bài hát General Patton

Get the south dick up out your
you talkin' 'bout
See we know you're about
So try route

Paperboy, you can't what we done built
Pick on somebody own size and fuck around get kilt
But not like the kilt the knees
BB will plant you niggas like or fertilizer for the trees

Emergency vehicle last speedin' from the scene
Nigga take one for the team, now bleedin' from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so clean
No blood splatter or evidence, long with a beam

We in peace
While some of y'all niggas come in gluttons
Fuckin' up the game ice, heroin or speed
down nigga

Speed it up like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go
Not a hobby, this my life, you it, that's your ass
As one half of the Outkast return ghost of Christmas past
It's the son of Dusty must be West Savannah bad

Had to go to church on Sundays great grandma and granddad
Taught me always Jesus when the grass didn't have a path
If I ever fell astray God will get me back on track
Didn't say that Rico, Ray and Pat was with me and 3Stax

Then we spittin' 'cause killin' that we attack
Special forces of the rap game so you best heed of that
All the shit you rappers lack, we got plenty, here's a
Don't their appetite because your shit is really whack

Whack ass
shit's like breathin' to me
Born and for it

Another battle won, another to tell
to the angelic pluckin' of the puppet strings
As Sir Lucious puts his foot forward
And rides of the horizon of infinite regression, victorious

Undefeated on the field
Against the means of ignorance, greed and
All contenders to the throne are left
Because the truth is the only you could never be stripped from

And if you commit to truth
you could end the vicious cycle
That's affectin' our today
If we just lyin', if we just stop lyin'
lyin', lyin'