Luyện nghe bài hát Homey Don't Play!

Born broke, beat up and always at
Gimme an uzi and you get the fuck back
bust your mind like a watermelon
And as you you'll find your brain swellin'

I'll go ooo so who so
Deads compare with death die
Don't ask why, my styles
try but they just too sloppy so
Thou shall not closer

'Cause all the suckas who bite'll up like an explosive
stamp a pentagram dead on your forehead
And as soon as ya say a your dead
X marks the spot your body falls

Then grab your soul and roll 'cause my duty calls
So all you get the fuck out my way
When I drop the mic you'll say, homie, don't

The U N H O L Y, of a helly
I'm like the Devil in your body, writin' me on your belly
Like 'The Exorcist', the Devil's groove keeps
Turn out the lights and my body glowin'

In neon that's I'ma pee on reality
The U N H O L Y
There's a evil minds but only one devil
Of the dog turnin' back on what get
But don't forget I hit no other
You see my rhyme is a pillow, it's made to smother

Try to me, I'ma murder ya, I never heard ya
A son of a gunner and I'ma kill a a ya
Somethin' never seen, put you in a guillotine

The psycho labeled me as a teen
When I the mic your parents pray
Get the fuck out my way 'cause homey don't

Break out the Holy Water, as I
Better change your last name 'cause I'm goin' in order
And it stop 'cause I won't stop
With the tick, tick, a tick, tick, a tick, tock , a tock

Can't you get it your head
That it can't get no 'cause my lyrics already dead?
Hopin', wishin', prayin', someday I'll stop what I'm
But I can't, it like I'm possessed with somethin'

The U N H O L Y, keep my jumpin'
Get up, get to the rhythm of death
Suckas I'm takin' a break
Them suckas fallin' every I lose my a breath

But still, I stop to the beat
One time, one rhyme and I still blew your
Every time I the mic I bet everybody say
Homie don't play

Every time I kick shit, it's as wicked shit
Don't try to bullshit I'll fill you with bullets and shit
Rappin' with my red head, some say my brains
Mockin' what I'm rockin' then you're what insane said

are suicidal, unholy is homicidal
I'm comin' inside your mind and I'm takin' title
You be me but suckas can't see me
'Cause I'm a ghostwriter, funky, funky

Not I get my point across
My illin' and illin's I have to do
If you bite my lyrics, I'm after you
Not physically but mentally, rockin'

If you too hard, it might kill instantly
I can get in doubly I see your mind work
You're thinkin' so hard, you're fake, me 'cause mind hurt
When you out you'll have to say
Get outta nigga way, man" 'cause homie don't play