Luyện nghe bài hát Intrigued

Hit the floor tuck and E's on fire
I'm motherfucker but not Jerry Maguire
I'm the dark packin' Mac 10 who get busy
Effective puttin' shit in the perspective

Strapped with the gat bustin' across the map
Yo the back royalties and ASCAP, yeah
I'm six two fat went the chrome shoe
Diamond and jewels estates with the swimmin'

And the sauna, piggedy-puffin' on marijuana
From Tiajuana, around and youse a goner
I stash the don't flash the cash what?
You figgedy-front on kid I smash that ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin' it from the sewer to the
Cross the burnin' sand,
Back to with my miggidy-man
Got plans to blow, solidifyin all positions in the
coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen

To the hot shit, I'm the of that Bronx shit
Call me Sonny, with pounds of
raw music, call my style swoosh
Please say, "Mister" when you me

Yeah uh, and Das EFX, time to flex
Like Funkmaster, Back to in your tape deck
Steel, I hold it, put it together
Hangin' down, bust it, then reload it

Yo, I'm comin' up from Virginia, on the
dinner y'all, with this dimepiece named Levinia
Cellular ringin', it's Books how ya
Fat like Thanksgiving, drop shit like a pigeon

Yo, the boogie banger, biggedy-black Rover to
Danger, I'm the planet like Kramer
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, of order
your monkey ass in half like Moses split the wiggidy-water

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and you swing
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

Any hype, out the door, it
the Squadron wants, uhh bill it
E P M D out the box we be
We hold the title, like priests hold the

God bless, to any MC who wanna
of the fittest, fuck it life or death
With will manuevers, slash producer
Puttin; it with E-Dub, in the sewer

Some riggidy-real thugs, sex hip-hop and
Liggidy-left burnt rugs, drinkin' out of gold mugs
Slugs in the barrel, on name apparel
Briggidy-bringin' like John Travolta in Arrow

But niggidy-no need for that, squeeze the gat
Ease 'em back, or niggaz gon' biggidy-bleed, in
It's wild shine like the head, of Golden Child
Corrupt styles, sinister smile, we takin' bails to

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill

You intrigued by the way, we do our
Do
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill