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, Redman make the
I'm seeing dead 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 like a fool)
That's what happens to students, when you 'em after school
I stay a child, beef, bring it like "Raow! Raow!"
My guns go boom, boom, your guns go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my
The of other MC's, Rucka 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 woke up, ya stash gone
How I spaz on niggaz is
You got the fucked up on makin' the money
See I say I'm thugged out, but I know my choice
Back up plans, got up; if I blow my voice
That's why I'm City, and what to put my niggaz on
To see us perform, we out at Ticket Tron
I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long
Yo, toast the niggaz that on
Get it while the gettin good, whole life in a
Cause when gone, that's it, that's it, that's it!

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I'm seeing dead people creepin on my
You win some, you some, but you never run

Redman]
(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 winners and I put out work, nigga
(And I stop, until I squirt)
Haters hate on, you can tell the rest of the
I can see the evil in you, a masculine task
(Smoke the grass) I live by the hand of god
me, ya boys, or ya guns won't leave a scar
You niggaz too and not ready to scrap
damn well, ya moms raised you better than that
Redman the weirdo, I'm my own clique
With 35 nigga (I'll make it 36!)

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[Verse 3:
Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk
ya breath when I drop ya
I feel for you (Fuck niggaz try to test me)
You a waiteress set of an MC, please
(I way too long) Now it's 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 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 side my man
No body planned to fail, you really failed the plan
Gotta keep the bomb an Israeli hand
My killa, your's girlie; Scram!
I can hang out in the same place as my
Let 'em touch me, feel how far that I
in my eyes, ya noddin to sleep
It ain't a watch, as Eminem, providin the
why..

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