Luyện nghe bài hát Give It All

I wanna give, it all
I said, I said, I said, I
I wanna try to everything in my way
say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!

Yep, I'm the one ya
Reppin rojo on Jimmy Kimmel had some
But niggas know that we ruff and rugged so mums the
Tech N9na face painted look like he ta purge!
Real scorpio, shoot this thing a Torpedo
Rock the rip, no we go
Dummy Mork from Ork, we know
And I say with the utmost respect
I bust low to death, I bode the check
It's never enough, no for
So I get sick it, I make a bitch dig it
Even I wanna speed it up and I quick-spit it
I get a bit wicked up in a
Tryin to bite a buck, I in his fitted
Killin' music get me spiff sitted, I can't piss it become hard
So I need a chick to hit it I kick a lyric
And I'mma murder I'm on the yard (Murder)
My verbs are like that jerk up and merk the weak twerps
You can't hurt the
First to, insert the work inside of the
I disperse the to reverse ya to the worst of ya venomous
Squirt ya (Ugh)
Trip not, you see I got the in hip hop
Cause rappers sound identical so N9na's shit drop
I do numbers, I'm the pinnacle so never it stop
Y'all can't beat me doin' nothing, for
Stalkin' these I spew and suckin'
We run this game, it ain't no screwin' us
When we runnin' everything except our mouth while blue and sufferin'
This on the Bible, I kill any life with a from this rhyme
Music's done divine, is my rifle
There aren't any like it cause this one is N9ne, is a from his mind

I wanna give, it all
I said, I said, I said, I
I wanna try to kill in my way
say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!

Yo, I Got the call Tech N9ne
He assistance from the group with the best rhymes
That spit the up off of yo ass and grind
Fuck all of flex rhymes
I get love in every I sack in cause I rep mine
Around the world, the give me head on tour cause I headline
I gotta get fed, I'm fed up, my homies is fair time
I look at that clock and all I see is "Go get bread" time
Lost too many so tears, I gotta shed mine
on the radio, hear yo shit, and oh, it's bedtime
I fall asleep, it all is weak, most shouldn't be called MCs
Bro, ya discography, you sale cause all of ya talk is cheap
Smoke up all the tree, my look like it got a fog machine
My crib look like a pharmacy, that's prolly why you wanna haul my

facetious, what the hell, why the weed lit
I make change I see fit
I don't play like I don't see
Yeah, one hunnit, one hunnit, keep it way and it's a poem
And stay away from the hate and keep all yo plays in motion
it, I'm down after the sun and up before it, better know it
MVP, most valuable poet, been the coldest, kept it
Cause you miss every that you don't shoot for
And every you cut a corner, you make two more
The is in my life, so I don't have to have the things
And listen for the so I don't have to hear the screams
And I go hard for what I want, so it's just colors when I
And then you realize, it's not as as it seems
Molly's for

I give, give it all
I said, I said, I said, I
I wanna try to kill in my way
say, hey, ey, ey, ey, ey!

Ain't nobody handle me, heated like a be
Kissin' dirt, ya man'll be for tryin' to me
is my weapon, true, loud enough to deafen you
Never trip with and crew, be careful who you steppin' to
I remember when I was and I got scars through
Right in of the paddy-wagons and cop cars too
Now that I'm flyin' high from a rockstar
Security let Allahu Akbar through, ooh