Luyện nghe bài hát If/Then

If bitches ain't shit but and tricks,
Then niggas ain't shit but with dicks

(REPEAT 2X)

verses,
Motherfuckers won't even make it to the
They'll find you and yo bitch in the Angeles National Forest
you can do, I heard it done before, better,
But I can do you in 36
you like the Wu-Tang debut
Now who remains to the game?
Damn it wasn't you
Fools lay claim to fly rhymes but I airlines
My a porcelain Glock 7 slippin' through the metal detectors
Ready to wet'cha baptism
It's rap pugilism when I be 208 bones in one zone;
microphones, I'm like the Blade Runner hunting clones
I "Beat It" like one glove and a bad job
With more breathin techniques than
Ras still be drinkin' malt liquor
And continues the liquidation of
a drunken technique like Shun Di's kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2
See me son, I'm the one Dolce and Gabbana
this bastard's wig back like cradle cap
You no cap peela for rilla
And for who you desire to kill you more God than Zilla
I breaks'em off like a acrylic
Test me but you appear to be (Press Lee) like Priscilla
And still disses, but this is 10% dis, 90% skill
So curses, foiled like Hershey's kisses
so-called vicious, although
How they be a menace when it ain't no men in it?
Oh, womenaces (with clitorises)
In a new year, a new fear, and I'm
Let's a friendly game of who can ruin who's career
I'm a Killafornia B-boy, you like one of Heavy D's
Got niggas fallin' off the stage like was Trouble T-Roy

(REPEAT 4X)

(Hey, whip niggas' ass)
me gamble for paradise
And if I gotta pay the
come, easy go like Eric Wright
'Cause I used to get my fade wit a comb and a blade
With a 9800 back in the day
They say it takes to educate, 30,000 to incarcerate
Gimme 5,000,000 in the lottery wit cholesterol cloggin' my artery
I'm not the boss hogg or the and fuck legalizin' hemp
the profit on the streets
Fuck police on the creep three deep in a silver
And the black chief of
No justice, no
Verbally, I'm takin off the baseline
With my in your face like Scottie Pippen
As opposed to chickens
So kill game like Chris in sudden death
'Cause you callin' for timeouts when you got no left
On some Highlander shit 'cause, son, there can be one
And heads is flyin' than Ronald serves
Two all-beef patties on a seed bun
thorough - duh do do do, duh do duh do do
I wanna give it to you all night long just like the Mary Jane
(AAALLL NIIIGHT LONG!) (LAUGHTER) (Niggas shit!!!)
A bloodstained wall emanates from my
I pull bitches like a and take out an MC like a tonsil
story buildin's horizontal
Within the of 33 lines and a margin mentally squabbin'
See, time my lips part it's a million man march
And my is a pit with a million skin heads moshin'
Daily I walk through Hell smellin like Chanel but far from
I with my clique like par-a-palegics
conversation, catch-22 exclamations
But the explanation was deeper than a Louis excavation
Fools, you're makin' peace the enemy is blaspheme
Guess we got some nuts hangin' in like a motherfuckin' drag queen
But don't nobody test though, ya niggas is petro
When I put the lead to your like Destro

(REPEAT 4X)