Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (unrestricted)

Buckwild outrageous do you feel like doin'
a motherfucker know when you don't feel like screwin'
I did it, you do it, break the ties bound
Keep a off you, keep your feet on the ground

Hey, fuck you if you go for that
And a fuck you from Da Brat a tat tat
Let it all hang loose, never afflicted
Go for what you want and called, unrestricted

May the be my witness
the "Funk" to the "Tantrum" now "Unrestricted"
The K Town too weak
In Chi villain they be killin' mark in the district

Can y'all match it?
I kill Patrick from the six oh six fo' fo'
Got hit 'cause ya so slow
Motherfuckers can't do shit "So, so"

Shine like a twenty mo, mo
For the Navi' on top of them
Hit me in the mug, and the bud
Now you talkin' my gul

Terror for the millenium, straight up anyone
(Hah, anyone, shit)
bust like a semi gun
Murderin' over any drum, comin' out from the
to let you know here she come

Can't nobody do I done
and bitches think they run
Fin' ta another one of my "Tantrums" redrum
And the six oh six fo' fo' is where I'm

Callin' on my nigga to set this shit off
Two of the best on the West side
If I to relieve stress I get high
This the introduction, unrestricted is how I in

a blow to the dome and a severe concussion, shock a hoe
And niggaz can about me, all they want
'Cause I'ma bad
And continue to be that, 'til I'm gone

Shit, baby you ain't even gotta hurt 'em like that
a murder like that
Let off a ass kick and serve a hype track
Hit the world volcano's

Earthquakes, bombs, and lightnin'
No wonder it's
Hoe's as well not come out of hiding
you really be about to crush em'

Dustin 'em off like Hoffman and em'
Feel the of a girl
From a where that gangsterin' and hustlin'
and bustin' so lie low

Dodge low from my Chi
We up five oh
And work thirty calories off Tae Bo
In the middle of the flossin'

a grip no script but "Legit Ballin"
Better go on the shit talkin'
I create corpses for and coffins
don't want Twista to spit
I that Mobtastic shit
Introduction for a raw and psychotic bitch

Oh, I'm the befo', but Da Brat is the
We lame bitches just for the laughter
All or nothin', a fraction
Yeah, you got it Millie Jackson
You bitches, you