Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't A Secret

Lately Iv'e been hearing alot of things that I dont agree
and it aint a
everybody know you puss you aint a gangsta you a wuss
what ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me
nigga I cha homie
I got a 4 on me
and you can it

1]
This here make ya in ya sweats
you know me michell and Ness Smithin and Pistol and vest
I take ya with a sound i got the whistle of death
ya boy flow put the in meth
the listeners breath
you won't what they do for cock
I hit the telly
and slide off before the rooster
pour out liquor for big let off 2 for pac
don't mingle around niggas shoot off the alot
Fuck rattin tooth is locked
and you
helping em damn recruit the block
Im blowing hevay on the sofa with the
just incase a nigga soft enough to slip through the
Id rather throw some at you then get my blew back
this is hardcore pitbull rap out the track
The a bring the bitch out for ya
man I get the
my money flip like fish out (Yeah)
1]

Lately Iv'e hearing alot of things that I dont agree with
and it aint a
everybody know you nigga you aint a gangsta you a wuss
what makes ya feel comfortable to call my name out like ya know me
I ain't cha homie
I got a 4 on me
and you can it

(Verse 2)
Im staring to like I got it all sewn up
I raise a few of these niggas
now think they all grown up
see these DVD G's is off behind the scenes
spoon fed
clit soft as beans
to be real I dont why im even trippin
'cause we run this
diarhea drippin
the breads long the big
so Im comfortabe to got to court in my pj's like mike did

I move with the set long madley
so chill 'cause you can't those wit Shawn Bradley
im a still be here D-block flops
I got more cash them in my rebook box
I brighten up the picture i shine
standing in my way the only way to be in the lime
im lazy i hit and run
means you gon get to cum
even if you get to come

Lately Iv'e been hearing alot of that I dont agree with
and it a secret
everybody know you puss you aint a gangsta you a wuss
what makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out ya know me
nigga I cha homie
I got a 4 on me
and you can it

3]
Niggas(feel/steal) i pass
'cause im on a on wheels
to death
Little dude couldn't on pills
You bitch, all you do is slip on heels
on me, 'cause the house on the cliff (?)
I get the on ya, give the clique boys chills
Man there wont be no more songs stick saw(?)
I get the bills, 'um black strapped with a vest armed with a trigga. I run and got a twin tag-along
The bitch is a
I dont mind to 'em up
Bloods than water
So i all the episodes on the camcorder
She lick it of her stomach, after i glam (?) on her
I turn the with the mack daddy lip
Supa fly black Flint in the bed (?)
I thought clapping Joe,
but why him with the iron
he one big mac from diein