Luyện nghe bài hát If You See Me

Yeah, yeah, what the Dog?
you from?, BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG
Yeah, the dealy, yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC
else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best
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 tuxedos, transactions, C-notes for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, a sting
On warriors in the ring, get mashed out face slashed out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ya found me in his wife face down up, no stoppin' this
I'm most poppinest, anything to the left of
Mister Khopadopalous, this hold ya down tech potent
Any nigga second 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, what the you want?
All at you motherfucking fry small guy

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

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

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

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

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

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 feed her she's a bleeder
At point you realize that you ain't really need her

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

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

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

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

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

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
Before you up my high
you fuck up my high
Fuck up my

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