Luyện nghe bài hát I C Dead People

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

[Verse 1:
Word is bond, make the eardrum
I'm seeing 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, kids actin' a fool)
That's happens to students, when you keep 'em after school
I stay a wild child, beef, it like "Raow! Raow!"
My guns go boom, boom, while your go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, in my body
The spirits of MC's, Rucka center party
Cause, you being, the man I am
I'm awfully hunted by them guns wide lens on the scope
Sucka, you miss, I'm a get my on
You fuck and woke up, with 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 up; if I blow my voice
why I'm Brick 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 while the gettin good, life in a grip
Cause it's 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 some, but you never run

[Verse2:
(Come on its on on)
it's the war head; BOOM!
Nigga I don't die, I was dead
Top of the mornin' to ya, I wake up a born loser
The world is my Bermuda; and I'm lost in it
I'm voices saying "Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic"
I walk among and I put out work, nigga
(And I don't stop, I squirt)
Haters hate on, you can tell the rest of the
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 won't leave a scar
You niggaz too hard and not ready to
Knowin' damn well, ya moms raised you than that
Redman the weirdo, I'm my own dirty
With 35 KO's (I'll make it 36!)

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[Verse 3:
Thou not fuck with raw, Funk Docter
Takin' ya breath 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 to put Gilla on the map
Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on
Niggaz want it back, on the map
stop me, I'm not a quitter that's 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
Gotta keep the bomb like an hand
My music's killa, your's Scram!
I can hang out in the same place as my
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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