Luyện nghe bài hát I C Dead People

Artist:
Album: Ill at Mixtape Vol. 1
Song: I C People
by: [email protected]

[Verse 1:
is bond, Redman make the eardrum
I'm dead pople creepin' on my income
the ear drums, how the fuck he do it?
Got little miniture Redmans, into it, cause my
(Tactics is a tool, kids like a fool)
That's what to students, when you keep 'em after school
I stay a wild child, beef, bring it "Raow! Raow!"
My guns go boom, boom, while your go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, in my body
The spirits of other MC's, center party
Cause, you being, the man I am
I'm awfully hunted by guns with wide lens on the scope
Sucka, you miss, I'm a get my on
You fuck around and woke up, with ya gone
How I spaz on niggaz is
You got the game fucked up on makin' the
See I don't say I'm thugged out, but I my choice
up plans, got back up; if I blow my voice
That's why I'm Brick City, and to put my niggaz on
To see us perform, we out at Ticket Tron
What I'm doing is wrong, but It long
Yo, toast the that passed on
Get it while the gettin good, whole in a grip
Cause when gone, that's it, that's it, that's it!

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I'm seeing dead creepin on my income
You win some, you some, but you never run

Redman]
(Come on its on on)
it's the war head; BOOM!
Nigga I don't die, I was dead
Top of the mornin' to ya, I up like a born loser
The is my Bermuda; Triangle and I'm lost in it
I'm hearin' saying "Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic"
I among winners and I put out work, nigga
(And I don't stop, I squirt)
hate on, you can tell the rest of the class
I can see the evil in you, through a masculine
(Smoke the greenest grass) I live by the of god
That me, ya boys, or ya guns won't leave a
You too hard and not ready to scrap
Knowin' damn well, ya moms raised you better that
the weirdo, I'm my own dirty clique
With 35 KO's (I'll make it 36!)

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[Verse 3:
Thou shall not with raw, Funk Docter
Takin' ya breath I drop ya
I feel for you (Fuck that try to test me)
You a set of an MC, check please
(I waited way too long) Now it's time to put on the map
Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on
want it back, Triggas on the map
Won't me, I'm not a quitter that's a rap
(If I was just you wouldn't notice me)
Ha, Ha, but at the bright side my man
No body really to fail, you really failed the plan
Gotta keep the bomb an Israeli hand
My music's killa, girlie; Scram!
I can hang out in the same as my fans
Let 'em touch me, feel how far I swam
Look in my eyes, ya noddin to
It ain't a watch, as Eminem, providin the
why..

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