Luyện nghe bài hát Glockappella

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I got the most to but you steppin' on my shoes, nigga
You become a target and will a target until you are hit
You gone fuck around and found out that's Lo down for it
I scared of ya, never been scared of ya

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

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

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