Luyện nghe bài hát I C Dead People

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

[Verse 1:
Word is bond, Redman the eardrum
I'm seeing pople creepin' on my income
the ear drums, how the fuck he do it?
Got miniture Redmans, crawlin' into it, cause my
(Tactics is a tool, actin' like a fool)
That's happens to students, when you keep 'em after school
I stay a 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, Rucka center
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 fuck around and woke up, with ya stash
How I spaz on is ugly
You got the game fucked up on makin' the
See I don't say I'm out, but I know my choice
Back up plans, got up; if I blow my voice
That's why I'm Brick City, and to put my niggaz on
To see us perform, we sellin' out at Ticket
What I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts
Yo, toast the niggaz passed on
Get it while the 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 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 like a loser
The world is my Triangle and I'm lost in it
I'm hearin' voices "Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic"
I walk winners and I put out work, nigga
(And I don't stop, I squirt)
Haters on, you can tell the rest of the class
I can see the evil in you, through a masculine
(Smoke the grass) I live by the hand of god
That me, ya boys, or ya guns won't leave a
You niggaz too hard and not ready to
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 not fuck with raw, Funk Docter
ya breath when I drop ya
I for you (Fuck niggaz that try to test me)
You a waiteress set of an MC, please
(I waited way too long) Now it's time to put on the map
Gilla on ya back, Zombies, from Phila on attack
Niggaz it back, Triggas on the map
Won't me, I'm not a quitter that's a rap
(If I was just broke you wouldn't me)
Ha, Ha, but look at the bright 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 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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