Luyện nghe bài hát I C Dead People

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

[Verse 1:
is bond, Redman make the eardrum
I'm seeing pople creepin' on my income
the ear drums, how the fuck he do it?
Got little miniture Redmans, crawlin' it, cause my
(Tactics is a tool, actin' like a fool)
That's what happens to students, when you keep 'em school
I a wild child, beef, bring it like "Raow! Raow!"
My go boom, boom, while your guns go pow pow!
Still, I a chill, bumps in my body
The spirits of other MC's, center party
Cause, you being, the man I am
I'm awfully 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 don't say I'm 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 sellin' out at Ticket
I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long
Yo, toast the that passed 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 dead people creepin 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 a born 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 among winners and I put out work, nigga
(And I stop, until I squirt)
Haters on, you can tell the rest of the class
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 won't leave a
You niggaz too hard and not to scrap
Knowin' damn well, ya raised 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 shall not fuck with raw, 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 way too long) Now it's time to put Gilla on the map
Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from on attack
Niggaz it back, Triggas on the map
stop me, I'm not a quitter that's a rap
(If I was broke you wouldn't notice me)
Ha, Ha, but at the bright 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 noddin to
It ain't a watch, as Eminem, the beat
why..

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