Luyện nghe bài hát Glockappella

Brother, you've on my mind, oh brother
We've over time, so, brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you
I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the
Oh but brother have I got for you, I'm something
And I know you know I'm something too

Yeah, usually I don't get into all this rap shit
And all shit's stupid but I'm gonna address it
And I get it off my chest may God bless it
I invest four minutes exactly for everyone
Who had the to attack me

I kept quiet but perhaps I should have pushed fire quicker
'Cause to just sit with this shit I've gotten sicker
Yet I without even a crack in my composure
But the only way he to bring this shit to a closure

I'm worthy and my associates and I named the Dirty
And I'm even for sale in Braille, the deaf, dumb and blind heard me
But I ain't even breathin' until I get an 30
I casually clap up the front of somebody's throwback jersey

You makin' me talk this way, ain'tcha?
You makin' me talk this way
You forcin' me to walk way
Maybe my album will get this way

Niggaz slow down around me, I 'em superstitious
And one of my vices used to be to look visually vicious
But instead I use my head and I fed niggaz something
But you will what a sacrifice this is

And I know you ambitious young men, you my best wishes
Have a of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best dishes
When you assassinate my character, not one misses
So it's get funky when I'm fryin' these little fishes

Fuck fakin', there has been some offense
But this itty bitty beef is, beneath me bacon
But hear me when when I say, I ain't gone hate you
You know me, will surely owe me

When it to respect, I only put my family before me
And the beat ridin', oh so but surely and you in danger
And I'll be strict about every one of you niggaz like strangers
I'll put bullet holes in anything that oppose car doors and clothes

Amateurs and pros, hard-head niggaz and hoes, friends and foes
Let it be known that you'll your life fucking around with Lo
This is my Glockapella and be wearing diamonds forever
Like I'm signed to Roc-a-fella and I'ma bust two in the sky

'Cause nobody around here ready to die
But if there's that you want, can't but one side win
And I'm damn ready to try motherfucker, yeah
Hold on, I'm all off the motherfucking beat, on

Lo crazy, Lo somebody bad, Lo crazy, Lo a'hurt somebody dad
Decide to down your street and just hurt somebody bad
You know, as in house, hurt child or somebody's spouse
You see what I'm saying and you know I can be I'm sayin'

And I got the most to but you steppin' on my shoes, nigga
You become a target and remain a target until you are hit
You gone fuck and found out that's Lo still down for it
I ain't of ya, never been scared of ya

If anything I'm scared for ya I'm so ahead of ya
Take that to the head brother before I walk up on bed brother
And paint blood in red brother, you heard what I said, brother?
Motherfucker, I ain't mad at niggaz, I tricked you

We got a real awful thang goin' down, down
a whole lot of talkin' going round
You best believe me before I up and move out of town
I will gone and glock one of them down

I said, bring me the funk, I the funk
I said, me the funk, give me the funk
I said bring me the funk, I can handle the
Just me the funk, bring me the funk, motherfucker