Luyện nghe bài hát Get Out My Way

Even though mad niggas hate it, I the most anticipated
glad a nigga made it, blast your nickel-plateds
And salute the realness 'cause mad fake it
I peel hit the floor, I conceal bricks so raw
I got the sickest you ever seen, I saw and conquered
When it's on and poppin' my dogs are to eat food

My enemies feel heat Purico, some suggest they're equal lyrically
I'm like a Eagle, mentally I measure kilos
Physically I'm to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal
The crowned Prince, my shit, you don't fuck around with
I move pies and fire loud shit, I'm in the tunnel with the
Nigga fuck V.I.P, Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G

And feel it when you pump that Mobb Deep
That Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn't involve me, I'm
Legal hustle, Infamous affiliated, last to test me, I humiliated
And for your information the jewels ain't rented Jacob
When I move, I leave a dent in the pavement, my name ring in
And not for givin' no statement, that type of foulness it flagrant

O.T., give me a brick and see I'm as Masons
I'm the realness, you spittin' that fake shit, a bitch
I'ma take her on an expensive vacation, if on I'm the Reaper
With the glistenin' bracelet, sleepers awakened, screamin'
They seen Satan, word to Christ, I need paper, keep the fake
A fake thug couldn't sell a rock on the block I was on

Get out my way, gimme mine or I'ma take what's
love war, spray up doors
Get out my way, you industry, we in the
With the heat weight up raw

Get out my way, screamin', what set you rep
If you don't around the way no more
Get out my way, who want what? Say no
of fact, take that chain off dog

I gave niggas enough to front, I'm a beast on the street
Like crushed white, you can't be me, close your eyes, you see me
I'm the phantom in your conscience, the shadow in the
Savage when I write, I'm heartless, I'm iller you, realer than you
Still with more killers you, it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory
Don't on me, you didn't have cash before me

I'm the essence, you don't gotta like it, respect it the ice
On my and the fact I'm supplyin' connections if you rhyme ill
I'm the sickness that caused it, you thought you'd assume my
I be hustlin', bubblin', gettin' money blind rage with the Twenties
niggas is funny like Martin Lawrence, we out before the Narcs
Get on us, my life wasn't written, was, you livin' a lie

I'm dealin' with pies, all feelings aside, my enemies when I rise
The realness in my eyes, blood, sweat and tears, I cried
I got who died before they got to see me shine
How dare you your weak CD to mine
Or think you could see me with easily
I'm nicer than you and all your combined, yeah

Get out my way, gimme or I'ma take what's yours
Make war, spray up doors
Get out my way, you industry, we in the
With the heat pickin' up raw

Get out my way, screamin', what set you rep
If you don't come around the way no
Get out my way, who want what? Say no
Matter of fact, take that off dog