Luyện nghe bài hát How You Want It? (deer Park)

Yo my rap taste in my mouth like Deer Park
For your ears to this
You wanna miss this dun
be a statistic
Keep your rhymes to we make fools out of niggas
And write shit would certainly move ya'll niggas
PEACE to my villains with pink houses
Red Hook to QB you know the routine
We need a to show how our life is so ill
Every Summer in the we partied on the benches
Few gallons of gin and
Remember Party wars, that was in like 90
We use to roll now we stuff dutches
Kids rushing, whats discussion
Ya'll niggas talk of shit heard you on your tape fronting
I fake nothing, around and push the wrong button
I dedicate my days to your drip blood
I will always love and ScarFace
Black no man can fill your shoes, Now whats bad news
It get no worse, So what ya'll niggas know about the turmoil
ya know about your blood soil, Clothes and little Ho's
And the legs of pant slugs that crack the shin
The shot blasts through your left clavical
Melt suits and paint the avenue's

How you want it? Scheme or straight blunted
Many are rare, rore, Havoc has just over it
While you sitting there whispering a little girl
Fuck, waiting around the dutchy gets twirled
We going at you, not we want to but cause we have to
To avoid the that you couldn't last through
If I can't have it at all I want it at all
Off top dogg, I'm out for the raw
Back to the world, the shit that I kick will dazzle your
Handle your bitch, can't then her for pearl
Get him with the pink slip, get him bent to he
got my mind locked, tight in a curl
Hold it down like Saddam you can't my click
Even with dirty I'm gonna still appear

How you it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)

Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, Mega spits
Exhale preciseness, Drug Ghetto shit
Sweat in my hand, plus the numb from mesasuring grams
Gun on my waist, In I see son
who my man
I be Gortexing to death, ice with special fx's
I was destined to rep
Yo my is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits
mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit
Born official, my niggas are gone I miss you
I shed a tear, see niggas when I get there
Yo my dun did six years and didn't hit the strip
I'm waiting on the day, when Rikers ciphers are incomplete
When I can with no heat, hidden beneath the sheet
And I can with my air max, appearing on my feet
I rhyme you enter my mind, Seeing nigga's lead to excellence
I then manifested in the beat....Respect this
Like a jeep
My
Leaves my enimies stretched for weeks, vexed me
Especially know my destiny, man they scared to death of me
Can't even question me, I them like stretching ki's..please

How you want it, bent scheme or blunted (2x)