Luyện nghe bài hát If You See Me

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

Mic accurate, trade darts TL, slight tint DL, quick
Smooth as a baby's ass, 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

Block dropper, action like I won an Oscar
Eye on me, feds spy on me, it's them in the choppers
That the roof, ready to snipe, stay bulletproof
Ease up on the proof, level head 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 bars and cage
Fair exchange ya bow wid ya 12-guage

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, squeeze ya balls wid no draws for the cause

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Motherfuckin' cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats
Blast wid a small gat, run, and bust till his lungs
And hit the corner 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] pull pens 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 walk on by, nigga, walk on by
Before you fuck up my
you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my
Before you up my high

Yo, yo, seizures, coming from the black Johnny Fever
You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike her
We ya girl and ain't 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 they
Life is rigid from the and pleasure, when you miss it
Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you it
Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was deliberate

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

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

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

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

If you see me in the NYC
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 fuck up my
you fuck up my high
Fuck up my

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