Luyện nghe bài hát I C Dead People

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

[Verse 1:
Word is bond, Redman the eardrum
I'm dead pople creepin' on my income
the ear drums, how the fuck he do it?
Got little Redmans, crawlin' into it, cause my
(Tactics is a tool, actin' like a fool)
That's what happens to students, when you 'em after school
I stay a wild child, beef, it like "Raow! Raow!"
My guns go boom, boom, while guns go pow pow!
Still, I a chill, bumps in my body
The spirits of other MC's, Rucka party
Cause, you being, the man I am
I'm awfully hunted by them guns with wide lens on the
Sucka, you miss, I'm a get my on
You around and woke up, with ya stash gone
How I on niggaz is ugly
You got the game fucked up on makin' the
See I don't say I'm thugged out, but I my choice
up plans, got back 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 gettin good, whole life in a
Cause it's gone, that's it, that's 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

[Verse2:
(Come on its on on)
Redman the war head; BOOM!
Nigga I don't die, I was dead
Top of the mornin' to ya, I wake up like a 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 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, through a masculine
(Smoke the greenest grass) I live by the of god
That me, ya boys, or ya guns won't leave a
You niggaz too and not ready to scrap
Knowin' damn well, ya raised you better than that
Redman the weirdo, I'm my own dirty
With 35 KO's nigga (I'll it 36!)

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[Verse 3:
Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk
Takin' ya breath when I ya
I feel for you (Fuck that try to test me)
You a waiteress set of an MC, please
(I waited way too long) Now time to put Gilla on the map
Gilla on ya back, 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 broke you notice me)
Ha, Ha, but look at the side my man
No body planned to fail, you really failed the plan
Gotta keep the bomb like an hand
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
Look in my eyes, ya noddin to
It ain't a watch, as Eminem, providin the
why..

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