Luyện nghe bài hát If You See Me

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

Mic accurate, trade darts TL, slight tint DL, flash
Smooth as a ass, lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, for the kilos
our money, killa bees love 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 in the choppers
That play the roof, ready to snipe, stay
Ease up on the over proof, level the liable

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

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

And takin' off they draws, y'all, niggas, ain't knowin' the half
I go, feel like I'm runnin' from crash, my intention
To smash fast plex on
Sacked a hell a crime raider on the fader

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

Now if you see me through SC
walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you up my high
Before you up my high
Before you fuck up my

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

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

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

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

Check it out, got games, crackle, clash of the
Up against the crackin', come to 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
wid a small gat, run, and bust till his lungs collapse
And hit the corner pocket but first strip his
He shouldn't a got in the mixture

See I'm the type of to pull out the paintbrush
And the and the paper and paint a picture
You and got shot, we shoot ya, Drex Luthor
[unverified] Then pull pens to to zoopers?

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

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

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

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

Cats that get it stand on they 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 cash is not a free thing
When we sing that's when they the jealousy thing
But that me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me
They equal to the numbers on Paris jersey

Blood ten O.Gs in black derbys, we throw things
I got a arm like Verdy, it's Drex Andretti
The live lyrical compulsive, betta contact ya
For over dosage, you ya focus, realize what you get?

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

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

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

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