Luyện nghe bài hát I C Dead People

Artist:
Ill at Will Mixtape Vol. 1
Song: I C Dead
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 child, beef, bring it like "Raow! Raow!"
My guns go boom, boom, your guns go pow pow!
Still, I a chill, bumps in my body
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 up, with ya stash gone
How I on niggaz is ugly
You got the game up on makin' the money
See I don't say I'm thugged out, but I 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 while the gettin good, whole life in a
Cause when gone, that's it, that's it, that's it!

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I'm seeing dead people on my income
You win some, you lose some, but you run

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

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[Verse 3:
Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk
Takin' ya when I drop ya
I feel for you (Fuck that try to test me)
You a waiteress set of an MC, check
(I way too long) Now it's time to put Gilla on the map
Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, Phila on attack
Niggaz it back, Triggas on the map
Won't stop me, I'm not a quitter a rap
(If I was just broke you wouldn't me)
Ha, Ha, but look at the bright my man
No really planned to fail, you really failed the plan
Gotta keep the bomb like an Israeli
My music's killa, girlie; Scram!
I can hang out in the same as my fans
Let 'em touch me, 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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