Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

What, Don Entertainment
That nigga Strick, the 5'9''
Rock-A-Block all day, yo yo yo
I'm the type to show up to the
Write that shit, it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll knew that
Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew
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 more than a few agree 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 you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some that get not only you
But your whole whacked
Too strong and I'm too
And not one but two gats
And I'ma aim em at you black, dat

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

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

Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's, my an alcoholic
So night, I forgot to drive drunk and hit you
Talk lots of junk and you
Pop the trunk and you
Sick nigga, you don't want it wit Strick, nigga
Freestyle or written shit, take pick, nigga
Bring your click nigga, I'll swing a nigga
Wit hotter rhymes, I'm control and you outta line
I got alot of rhymes, and I'ma till you outta rhymes
The hot shit, you better off to change the topic
I pop shit to let niggas know ya'll not shit
Hit the swervin in a hot whip
You a punk and I'm
And you the one that flunked when I got skipped
Incredible rhymin and wit niggas for fun
Buck at wit guns, you duck from niggas and run
So who's the illest that you know? (Who is it?)
Now ask that nigga the illest nigga that he know
bet he say me, yo
The only thing bigger my dick is my ego
I rip and it's over, you stare at the chip on my shoulder
don't want none of me
Not only will I ya'll scared to bust
But you won't discuss rap in front of me
The odds-on favorite to say
have your crew tellin 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 pain away, what

[Chorus - only 4 lines]

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

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