Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

What, Silky Don
That nigga Strick, Royce the
Rock-A-Block all day, yo yo yo
I'm the type to up to the studio
Write that shit, spit it, hit it, leave askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already that
Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your flat
Have your label my label askin "Why ya'll have to do that?"
It's a fact, when you rap, the crowd boo that
And more than a few agree you shouldn't even do rap
you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT
Your girl's a true rat, so when I fucked her I wore two
So move back you newjack
you fuck around and do some shit 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 that'll retire
Devilish, the red in my eye
Judge the nine of my size
Ahead of my time, the second of a legend in rhymes
shine whenever I die
We never lie, you'll get by
I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop
You act up, the got hugged and blasted
Pits got dugged and back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic
Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to
You givin me the key to coupe
Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the
Wavin the tec out the window, clip the tire
is over

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

Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's, my dad's an
So last night, I to drive drunk and hit you
Talk lots of junk and you
Pop the and split you
nigga, you don't really want it wit Strick, nigga
Freestyle or shit, take your pick, nigga
Bring your nigga, I'll swing 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 tryin to the topic
I pop to let ya'll niggas know ya'll not shit
Hit the swervin in a hot whip
You a punk and I'm
And you probably the one that when I got skipped
Incredible rhymin and wit niggas for fun
Buck at niggas wit guns, you from niggas and run
So the illest nigga that you know? (Who is it?)
Now ask that nigga the illest nigga that he know
bet he say me, yo
The only bigger than 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 even discuss rap in front of me
The favorite to say shit
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 take your pain away, what

[Chorus - only 4 lines]

What what you're not in a least, above gettin 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 they blood is tested
All ya'll niggas stink, real niggas know what a smell like
Tell you how we tell lies, what he wear his hair like
You can't amaze the amazing, your ways
We bodies, throw stones wit the names engraved
The games you play, me point this thing 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 nigga's worst enemy
It don't hurt, it me
The chrome bursts in a
It's gon' work till empty
Just makin that my gun shoots fastin than yours
And I'm you, and my bullets is chasin yours

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