Luyện nghe bài hát If/Then

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

(REPEAT 2X)

verses,
Motherfuckers won't make it to the chorus
They'll you and yo bitch buried in the Angeles National Forest
Anything you can do, I heard it before, better,
But I can do you in 36
Enter you like the Wu-Tang
Now who true to the game?
Damn shame it you
Fools lay claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize
My mind's a porcelain Glock 7 through the metal detectors
Ready to wet'cha baptism
It's rap pugilism when I be placin' 208 bones in one
With microphones, I'm the Blade Runner hunting clones
I "Beat It" one glove and a bad nose job
With breathin techniques than Lamaze
Ras still be drinkin' liquor brews
And the liquidation of crews
a drunken technique like Shun Di's kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2
See me son, I'm the one sportin' Dolce and
Peelin' bastard's wig back like cradle cap
You ain't no cap peela for
And for who you desire to you need more God than Zilla
I breaks'em off like a acrylic
me but you appear to be Presley (Press Lee) like Priscilla
And malicious disses, but this is 10% dis, 90% skill
So curses, foiled like Hershey's kisses
You're vicious, although
How gonna 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 play a friendly game of who can who's career
I'm a B-boy, you like one of Heavy D's boys
Got niggas fallin' off the stage like they was 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 to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade
a 9800 Module back in the day
They say it takes 5000 to educate, 30,000 to
Gimme 5,000,000 in the wit high cholesterol cloggin' my artery
I'm not the boss or the pimp and fuck legalizin' hemp
Keep the on the streets
Fuck police on the creep three deep in a silver
And the chief of police
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 Webber in death
'Cause you callin' for timeouts when you got no left
On some Highlander shit 'cause, son, there can be one
And heads is faster than Ronald serves
Two all-beef patties on a sesame bun
Real - duh do do do, duh do duh do do
I wanna it to you all night long just like the Mary Jane Girls
(AAALLL LONG!) (LAUGHTER) (Niggas ain't shit!!!)
A bloodstained emanates from my nostril
I pull bitches like a hamstring and take out an MC a tonsil
Forty story buildin's
Within the of 33 lines and a margin mentally squabbin'
See, every time my part it's a million man march
And my is a pit with a million skin heads moshin'
Daily I walk Hell smellin like Chanel but far from frail
I roll my clique like par-a-palegics
conversation, catch-22 exclamations
But the explanation was deeper than a Louis Leaky
Fools, you're makin' peace the enemy is blaspheme
Guess we got some nuts hangin' in between like a motherfuckin' drag
But don't nobody wanna test though, ya niggas is
When I put the to your head like Destro

(REPEAT 4X)