Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

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

The that'll never retire
Devilish, the red in my eye
the nine instead of my size
Ahead of my time, the second coming of a legend in
shine whenever I die
We never lie, never get by
I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot to hip hop clubs
You act up, the fifth got hugged and
Pits got dugged and filled back up wit wrapped up in plastic
Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to
You me the key to your coupe
Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the
Wavin the tec out the window, clip touchin the
is over

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

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

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What what you're not in a least, above shot in the street
I show up at cyphers and they scatter like I'm the
Now we got a of drug-connected thugs on records
Stripped runnin when they blood is tested
All ya'll niggas stink, niggas know what a bitch smell like
Tell you how we tell lies, tell what he wear his like
You can't amaze the amazing, change your
We bodies, throw stones wit the names engraved
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 hurt, it offends me
The bursts in a frenzy
It's gon' work it's empty
Just makin that my gun shoots fastin than yours
And I'm chasin you, and my is chasin yours

Yeah, Big Strick, the 5'9''
Boy meets Rock-A-Block
Don