Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

What, Silky Don
nigga Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Rock-A-Block all day, yo yo yo
I'm the to show up to the studio
Write that shit, spit it, hit it, ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll knew that
Hip hottest new cat, lay your crew flat
Have your label my label askin "Why ya'll have to do that?"
It's a true fact, when you rap, the boo that
And than a few cats agree you shouldn't even do rap
What you recorded, that, buy a new DAT
Your girl's a true rat, so I fucked her I wore two hats
So move back you newjack
'Fore you around and do some shit that get not only you
But your crew whacked
Too strong and I'm too
And pack not one but two
And aim em at you black, true dat

The veteran that'll retire
Devilish, the red in my eye
Judge the nine instead of my
Ahead of my time, the second coming of a in rhymes
That'll whenever I die
We lie, you'll never get by
I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot to hip hop clubs
You act up, the fifth got and blasted
Pits got dugged and filled up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic
Give me a heater, you me a reason to shoot
You givin me the key to your
Midwest, not the middle, clutchin the five
the tec out the window, clip touchin the tire
Shit is

Shit is over, shit is
The is over, the shit is over
'cause nobody fuckin wit us
Ain't nobody wit us
is over, shit is over, BYE BYE
Shit is over, is over
'cause ain't nobody wit us
Ain't nobody wit us

Aiyyo my got Ahlzeimer's, my dad's an alcoholic
So last night, I forgot to drive and hit you
Talk lots of and diss you
Pop the trunk and you
Sick nigga, you don't really it wit Strick, nigga
or written shit, take your pick, nigga
Bring your click nigga, I'll swing a stick
Wit hotter rhymes, I'm outta control and you line
I got alot of rhymes, and I'ma spit till you rhymes
The hot shit, you better off to change the topic
I pop shit to let niggas know ya'll not shit
Hit the curb swervin in a hot
You a punk and I'm
And you probably the one that flunked when I got
rhymin and fuck wit niggas for fun
Buck at niggas wit guns, you from niggas and run
So who's the illest that you know? (Who is it?)
Now ask that nigga who's the illest nigga he know
bet he say me, yo
The only thing than my dick is my ego
I rip and it's over, while you stare at the chip on my
Ya'll want none of me
Not only will I have ya'll scared to
But you won't even discuss rap in of me
The odds-on favorite to say
Then have your crew tellin you that nigga Strick's nuttin to wit
it for a rainy day
I'll the tec up, aim and spray
And permanently your pain away, what

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What what you're not in a least, gettin shot in the street
I show up at cyphers and scatter like I'm the police
Now we got a bunch of drug-connected thugs on
Stripped butt-naked runnin when they blood is
All ya'll niggas stink, real niggas what a bitch smell like
Tell you how we tell lies, tell he wear his hair like
You amaze the amazing, change your ways
We plant bodies, throw stones wit the names
The games you play, make me point this your way
My niggas rob for consistency, a a day
I'm about as humble as I can to be
A real nigga's best friend, a bitch nigga's enemy
It don't hurt, it me
The chrome in a frenzy
It's gon' work it's empty
Just makin sure that my gun fastin than yours
And I'm chasin you, and my bullets is chasin

Yeah, Big Strick, Royce the
Boy meets Rock-A-Block
Don