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
Everything 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, lyrical addicts, mics like a savage
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, C-notes for the
'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a
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 play the roof, to snipe, stay bulletproof
Ease up on the proof, level head the liable

And ya for dead, fill fulla lead, incidents, classified accidents
No evidence, po-po innocent pays, I guess
It's the American ways, far from slaves, yet behind and cage
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' raps that workin'
I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight exchange
Touch my niggas that's broke and 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
While I'm 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 fuck up my
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 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
Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for

the bomb at, chop up on that niggas, I been there
And done that catch a contact by drainin', try
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 down mashed up, no stoppin' this
I'm most poppinest, to the left of monotonous
Mister Khopadopalous, blockin' this ya down tech potent
Any nigga second guessin' his face opened

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

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

See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the
And the board and the paper and a picture
You shootin' and got shot, we ya, Drex Luthor
[unverified] Then pull pens to report to

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

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

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

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

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

A G-thing, cost cash is not a free 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 numbers on Robert 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, contact ya physician
For dosage, you lost ya focus, realize what you get?

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

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

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