Luyện nghe bài hát If You See Me

Yeah, yeah, the deal Dog?
you from?, BK, NYC, reppin' 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 tint DL, flash
as a baby's ass, lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage
And MO30, bullet tuxedos, transactions, C-notes for the kilos
our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a sting
On warriors in the ring, get out initiation face slashed out

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

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

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

And hoes takin' off they draws, y'all, niggas, ain't knowin' the
Everywhere I go, feel like I'm from crash, my intention
To smash plex on elevators
Sacked a a haters 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 bitch know where 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 up my high

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

Got the session on lock down, make way for the pound
Best to give it all you got now fool, for 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 there
And done that a contact by drainin', try trainin'
Holla when you've perfected ya aimin', for a taming
And catch me at the spot wid this clown up

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

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

Motherfuckin' small cat, wid pipes poles and bats
Blast wid a small gat, run, and bust till his lungs
And hit the corner pocket but strip his pockets
He a got caught in the mixture

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, verbal seizures, coming from the black Johnny
You bought your heater like Tina 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 need her

Cats that get it betta on they pivot
Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, 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 when they bring the jealousy thing
But that me, the low and dirty wanna hurt 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, betta ya physician
For dosage, you lost 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

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

If you see me in the NYC
walk 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
Before you fuck up my
Fuck up my

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