Luyện nghe bài hát If You See Me

Yeah, yeah, what the 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 proof tuxedos, transactions, C-notes for the
'Bout our money, killa bees the honey, puttin' a sting
On warriors in the ring, get mashed out face slashed out

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

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

time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
See these other niggas bustin' raps that workin'
I'm jerkin' the game, pocket exchange
Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the
Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws down for the

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

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

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

Got the session on lock down, make way for the cocked
Best to give it all you got now fool, for this new era, new
New terror, new torture, run up and ya, abort 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 done that catch a contact by drainin', try
when you've perfected ya aimin', ready for a taming
And catch me at the wid this clown gashed up

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

Check it out, got games, crackle, clash of the
Up the crackin', come to fuck you up, stuck you up
Niggas bust, lookin' like Kurupt, what 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 his lungs collapse
And hit the corner 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 and the paper and paint a picture
You and got shot, we shoot ya, Drex Luthor
[unverified] Then pull to report to zoopers?

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

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

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

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

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

A G-thing, this cash is not a free thing
When we sing when they bring the jealousy thing
But that 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, contact ya physician
For over dosage, you lost ya focus, what you get?

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

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