Luyện nghe bài hát If You See Me

Yeah, yeah, the deal Dog?
Where you from?, BK, NYC, wid the DPG
Yeah, what the dealy, yo, yo, yo, yo,
Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the
Dogg Pound's the

Mic accurate, trade darts TL, slight DL, quick flash
Smooth as a baby's ass, lyrical addicts, murder mics like a
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa bees the honey, puttin' a sting
On warriors in the ring, get mashed out face slashed out

Block dropper, drama action I won an Oscar
Eye on me, feds spy on me, it's them cops in the
play the roof, ready to snipe, stay bulletproof
Ease up on the proof, level head the liable

And leave ya for dead, fill fulla lead, incidents, classified
No evidence, po-po innocent pays, I guess
It's the American ways, far from slaves, yet bars and cage
exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage

It's time for me to do this for all my years hurtin'
See these other bustin' raps that ain't workin'
I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket
Touch my that's broke and hope them niggas do the same
Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws for the cause

And hoes takin' off they draws, y'all, niggas, knowin' the half
Everywhere I go, feel I'm runnin' from crash, my intention
To smash fast on elevators
Sacked a hell a crime raider on the fader

I'm major now, hit me on my pager
I'm puffin' on the Bombay, the Vietnam way
Pimpin' in a way and rule one
Never let a know where your baby mom's stay

Now if you see me creepin' SC
Just walk on by, nigga, walk on by
Before you fuck up my
you fuck up my high
Before you up my high

If you see me in the NYC
Just walk on by, nigga, walk on by
Before you fuck up my
Before you fuck up my
Before you up my high

Got the session on down, make way for the cocked pound
Best to give it all you got now fool, for new era, new order
New terror, new torture, run up and extort ya, ya missions
physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat

Where the bomb at, up on that niggas, I been there
And that catch a contact by drainin', try trainin'
Holla when perfected ya aimin', ready for a taming
And catch me at the wid this clown gashed up

Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up, no this
I'm most poppinest, anything to the of monotonous
Mister Khopadopalous, blockin' this ya down tech potent
Any nigga guessin' keep his face opened

Check it out, got games, crackle, clash of the
Up the crackin', come to fuck you up, stuck you up
Niggas bust, niggas lookin' like Kurupt, the fuck you want?
All at you motherfucking small fry guy

Motherfuckin' small cat, beat wid poles and bats
Blast wid a small gat, run, and bust till his collapse
And hit the pocket but first strip his pockets
He shouldn't a got in the mixture

See I'm the of nigga to pull out the paintbrush
And the board and the paper and a picture
You shootin' and got shot, we shoot ya, Luthor
[unverified] Then pull pens to report to

I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag and mass, double bags caught cash
Wid cash on dub sacks new blocks
S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop

you see me wid the DPG
Just on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you up my high
Before you fuck up my
Before you fuck up my

And if you see me in the ING
walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my
Before you up my high
Before you fuck up my
Before you up my high

Yo, yo, verbal seizures, coming the black Johnny Fever
You bought your heater turn like Tina Ike beat her
We kidnapped ya girl and feed her she's a heavy bleeder
At this point you realize you ain't really need her

Cats that get it betta stand on pivot
Life is from the business and pleasure, when you miss it
Oh well forget it wipe my ring when you kissed it
Couldn't ya distance, so things was done deliberate

A G-thing, this cost cash is not a thing
we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing
But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna me
They to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey

Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in derbys, we throw things
I got a arm like Testa Verdy, Drex Andretti
The live lyrical compulsive, contact ya physician
For over dosage, you lost ya focus, realize what you

A little bit of shit and a lot of bullshit now you wounded
So you got exactly you earned
You fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return

I'm in the two-five
Just walk on by, just on by
Before you fuck up my
Before you up my high
Before you fuck up my
you fuck up my high

If you see me in the NYC
Just walk on by, nigga, just on by
Before you fuck up my
Before you fuck up my
you fuck up my high
Before you up my high
Before you up my high
up my high

All I wanna say, "Fuck niggas, man"
Yo, first of all, after all this is over, we still all go to
And we wake up in the morning, so give thanks to God
'Cause he loves us for real, for