Luyện nghe bài hát If/Then

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

(REPEAT 2X)

verses,
Motherfuckers won't even 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 the Wu-Tang debut
Now who remains true to the
Damn shame it 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 placin' 208 bones in one
With microphones, I'm like the Blade Runner hunting
I "Beat It" like one glove and a bad job
more breathin techniques than Lamaze
Ras still be drinkin' liquor brews
And continues the liquidation of
Wit' a drunken technique like Di's kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2
See me son, I'm the one sportin' and Gabbana
this bastard's wig back like cradle cap
You ain't no cap for rilla
And for who you desire to kill you need God than Zilla
I off like a acrylic nails
Test me but you appear to be Presley (Press Lee) like
And still malicious disses, but is 10% dis, 90% skill
So curses, again like Hershey's kisses
so-called vicious, although
How they gonna be a when it ain't no men in it?
Oh, womenaces (with clitorises)
In a new year, a new fear, and I'm
play a friendly game of who can ruin who's career
I'm a Killafornia B-boy, you like one of D's boys
Got niggas fallin' off the stage like was Trouble T-Roy

(REPEAT 4X)

(Hey, these niggas' ass)
Watch me gamble for
And if I gotta pay the
Easy come, go like Eric Wright
I used to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade
With a Module back in the day
They say it takes to educate, 30,000 to incarcerate
5,000,000 in the lottery wit high cholesterol cloggin' my artery
I'm not the boss hogg or the pimp and fuck hemp
Keep the profit on the
Fuck police on the creep three deep in a Caprice
And the black chief of
No justice, no
Verbally, I'm takin off from the
With my in your face like Scottie Pippen
As to flippin' chickens
So kill game like Webber in sudden death
you callin' for timeouts when you got no time left
On some Highlander shit 'cause, son, there can be one
And heads is faster than Ronald serves
Two patties on a sesame seed bun
Real - duh do do do, duh do duh do do
I wanna give it to you all night long just like the Mary Girls
(AAALLL LONG!) (LAUGHTER) (Niggas ain't shit!!!)
A wall emanates from my nostril
I pull like a hamstring and take out an MC like a tonsil
story buildin's horizontal
Within the of 33 lines and a margin mentally squabbin'
See, every time my lips part it's a million man
And my is a pit with a million skin heads moshin'
Daily I walk Hell smellin like Chanel but far from frail
I roll with my clique par-a-palegics
conversation, catch-22 exclamations
But the explanation was deeper than a Louis Leaky
Fools, makin' peace when the enemy is blaspheme
Guess we got nuts hangin' in between like a motherfuckin' drag queen
But don't wanna test though, ya niggas is petro
When I put the lead to head like Destro

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