Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Claw

[Chorus: Morris]
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, push me

[Verse 1: Deck]
Yo
Groundskeeper how I touch
No love scene, so graphic I got a
Yeah, I go through it if I can't walk it
True because I do it before I about it
[?] water, blowtorcher
Black diamonds, blue dreams, gold
I'm always on go, all the lights
General official, that's what the mean
You get wiped clean like a
I don't work in the beat, I'm a housing cop
How they thirst in the streets, it's like out rock
No publicity stunts before the drop
What you see is real, you heard is false
All I have in this is my word and my balls
Money calling, stomach talking, hungry
Honeys hawking, haters hate, talking

Kendra Morris]
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me

[Verse 2: Killah]
Yeah, yo
We criminals on the
Get the billy club or the
Sublim I get right with
My murder game to a tight knit
brolic, the story is polished
Not laces in my (Motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah, and I'm not from
Got for vampires and fake niggas who came to gossip
You can't me with that bullshit, you ain't even my stylist
(You all big now) But you ain't Christopher Wallace
See your on her knees, she just doing a solid
And the funny shit, you ain't gon' do nothing it
Have a seat [?] you should be a [?]
See, young niggas'll murder you
And none of these never heard of you
We popped a few things on the or two
Would've had you stretched out vertical

[Chorus: Kendra
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me
Don't, don't, don't, don't me

[Verse 3:
I'm an from way past the Moon, you see
I had the shazam, the [?] was new to me
Lunacy, puny humans try to
I got the [?], Burr, I'm a rebel level up
Poured some wine and I it to my face
You don light skinny jeans on waist
Style like a [?] from [?] grandson
I call the shots I'm shooting with a [?] gun
Trailblazing, rising like a man bun
I'm so psycho on mics, you so in tights and heels
on the [?] like [?]
[?] Louise, I'm catching Ts
(Hey, one time, bro. Wait, what?) Nah, I like this take
Popping shit at Esoteric, that your mistake
I'm a [?] he [?]
Your future looking Bleek you tryna be Jay's friend
You put the S in wordplay, you get
So you know the stabbing tracks my forté