Luyện nghe bài hát I C Dead People

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

[Verse 1:
Word is bond, Redman the eardrum
I'm seeing pople creepin' on my income
Piercing the ear drums, how the he do it?
Got little miniture Redmans, crawlin' into it, my
(Tactics is a tool, kids actin' a fool)
That's what to students, when you keep 'em after school
I stay a wild child, beef, it like "Raow! Raow!"
My go boom, boom, while your guns go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my
The spirits of MC's, Rucka center party
Cause, you being, the man I am
I'm awfully hunted by them guns with wide on the scope
Sucka, you miss, I'm a get my on
You around and woke up, with ya stash gone
How I spaz on is ugly
You got the game fucked up on the money
See I don't say I'm out, but I know my choice
Back up plans, got back up; if I blow my
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 lasts
Yo, toast the niggaz that on
Get it the gettin good, whole life in a grip
Cause when it's gone, that's it, 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

[Verse2:
(Come on its on on)
Redman it's the war BOOM!
Nigga I don't die, I was born
Top of the mornin' to ya, I wake up a born loser
The world is my Bermuda; Triangle and I'm in it
I'm hearin' voices "Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic"
I walk among winners and I put out work,
(And I stop, until I squirt)
hate on, you can tell the rest of the class
I can see the evil in you, through a task
(Smoke the grass) I live by the hand of god
That me, ya boys, or ya guns leave a scar
You too hard and not ready to scrap
Knowin' damn well, ya moms raised you than that
Redman the weirdo, I'm my own dirty
With 35 nigga (I'll make it 36!)

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[Verse 3:
Thou shall not fuck raw, Funk Docter
ya breath when 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
on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack
Niggaz want it back, on the map
Won't stop me, I'm not a quitter a rap
(If I was broke you wouldn't notice me)
Ha, Ha, but look at the bright my man
No body really planned to fail, you failed the plan
Gotta keep the bomb like an hand
My music's killa, girlie; Scram!
I can out in the same place as my fans
Let 'em me, feel how far that I swam
in my eyes, ya noddin to sleep
It a watch, as Eminem, providin the beat
why..

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