Luyện nghe bài hát I C Dead People

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

[Verse 1:
is bond, Redman make the eardrum
I'm seeing pople creepin' on my income
Piercing the ear drums, how the he do it?
Got little Redmans, crawlin' into it, cause my
(Tactics is a tool, kids like a fool)
That's what happens to students, when you keep 'em school
I stay a wild child, beef, it like "Raow! Raow!"
My guns go boom, boom, your guns go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my
The spirits of other MC's, center party
Cause, you being, the man I am
I'm awfully hunted by them guns with 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 fucked up on the money
See I say I'm thugged out, but I know my choice
up plans, got back up; if I blow my voice
That's why I'm Brick City, and what to put my 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 dead people 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!
I don't die, I was born 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 hearin' voices saying "Red, the 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 masculine
(Smoke the grass) I live by the hand of god
me, ya boys, or ya guns won't 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
Takin' ya when I drop ya
I for you (Fuck niggaz that try to test me)
You a waiteress set of an MC, check
(I waited way too long) Now it's to put Gilla on the map
on ya back, same Zombies, from 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 you wouldn't notice me)
Ha, Ha, but look at the bright my man
No body really planned to fail, you really the plan
keep the bomb like an Israeli hand
My killa, your's girlie; Scram!
I can hang out in the place as my fans
Let 'em touch me, feel how far I swam
Look in my eyes, ya to sleep
It a watch, as Eminem, providin the beat
why..

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