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 had some disturbed
But niggas know that we ruff and rugged so mums the
Tech N9na face painted look he come ta purge!
Real scorpio, shoot thing like a Torpedo
the rip, no remorse we go
Dummy Mork from Ork, we know
And I say that with the utmost
I bust low to death, I bode the check
never enough, no for Tech
So I get sick it, I make a bitch dig it
Even when I wanna speed it up and I it
I get a bit wicked up in a
to bite a buck, I blabber in his fitted
Killin' get me spiff sitted, I can't piss when it become hard
So I need a chick to hit it when I kick a
And I'mma murder 'til I'm on the (Murder)
My verbs are like birds jerk up and merk the weak twerps
You can't hurt the
First to, insert the work inside of the
I disperse the curse to reverse ya to the of ya venomous
ya mercer (Ugh)
Trip not, you see I got the in hip hop
rappers sound identical so when N9na's shit drop
I do numbers, I'm the pinnacle so will it stop
Y'all beat me doin' nothing, except for
Stalkin' thoughts I spew and suckin'
We run this independent game, it 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
done divine, this is my rifle
There aren't any like it cause this one is N9ne, is a from his mind

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

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

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

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

Ain't handle me, heated like a candle be
dirt, ya man'll be for tryin' to dismantle me
Music is my weapon, true, loud to deafen you
Never trip with Tech and crew, be careful who you to
I remember when I was and I got scars through
Right in back of the paddy-wagons and cop too
Now that I'm flyin' from a rockstar view
level let Allahu Akbar through, ooh