Luyện nghe bài hát I C Dead People

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

[Verse 1:
Word is bond, Redman the eardrum
I'm seeing dead pople on my income
Piercing the ear drums, how the he do it?
Got little miniture Redmans, into it, cause my
(Tactics is a tool, kids actin' a fool)
what happens to students, when you keep 'em after school
I stay a wild child, beef, it like "Raow! Raow!"
My guns go boom, boom, while your go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my
The spirits of other MC's, Rucka center
Cause, you being, the man I am
I'm hunted by them guns with wide lens on the scope
Sucka, you miss, I'm a get my on
You fuck around and woke up, ya stash gone
How I spaz on niggaz is
You got the game up on makin' the money
See I say I'm thugged out, but I know my choice
Back up plans, got back up; if I my voice
That's why I'm City, and what to put my niggaz on
To see us perform, we out at Ticket Tron
What I'm doing is wrong, but It long
Yo, the niggaz that passed on
Get it the gettin good, whole life in a grip
Cause it's 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)
Redman it's the war BOOM!
Nigga I don't die, I was dead
Top of the to ya, I wake up like a born loser
The world is my Bermuda; and I'm lost in it
I'm voices saying "Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic"
I walk winners and I put out work, nigga
(And I stop, until I squirt)
Haters hate on, you can tell the rest of the
I can see the evil in you, through a task
(Smoke the greenest grass) I by the hand of god
That me, ya boys, or ya won't leave a scar
You too hard and not ready to scrap
Knowin' damn well, ya moms you better than 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 not fuck with raw, Funk Docter
Takin' ya breath I drop ya
I feel for you (Fuck niggaz that try to me)
You a set of an MC, check please
(I waited way too long) Now it's to put Gilla on the map
on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack
Niggaz want it back, on the map
Won't stop me, I'm not a that's a rap
(If I was broke you wouldn't notice me)
Ha, Ha, but look at the side my man
No body planned to fail, you really failed the plan
keep the bomb like an Israeli hand
My music's killa, your's 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 to sleep
It ain't a watch, as Eminem, providin the
why..

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