Luyện nghe bài hát If You See Me

Yeah, yeah, what the deal
Where you from?, BK, NYC, wid the DPG
Yeah, the dealy, yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC
Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the
Dogg the best

Mic accurate, trade TL, slight tint DL, quick flash
Smooth as a baby's ass, lyrical addicts, mics like a savage
And MO30, proof tuxedos, transactions, C-notes for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa love the honey, puttin' 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, bulletproof
Ease up on the over proof, head the liable

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

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

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

I'm major now, 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 on by, nigga, just walk on by
you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my
you fuck 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, 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 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 that catch a contact by drainin', try trainin'
when you've perfected ya aimin', ready 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, anything to the left of
Mister Khopadopalous, blockin' this hold ya down tech
Any nigga second guessin' keep his face

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

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

See I'm the type of 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 bags cash
Wid cash on cash dub new blocks
Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Khop

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

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

Yo, yo, verbal seizures, coming from the black Fever
You bought your turn like Tina 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

Cats that get it betta stand on they
Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you it
Oh well it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it
keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate

A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free
When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy
But that me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me
They equal to the numbers on 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 shit and a lot of bullshit now you wounded
So you got what 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 up my high
Before you fuck up my
Before you up my high
Before you fuck up my

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

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 give to God
'Cause he us for real, for real