Luyện nghe bài hát It's Tuesday (Intro)

(It's 5'9")
Yeah, you scared, ain't
Relax, it's music
(It's 5'9")
The elite, 5'9"
5'9", cha cha

Cut throat, nix
My nigga little, my nigga E
city niggas
We in a of our own
Don't you wanna come, ride us?
Come on, with us
Ride us down 7 mile

Niggas with rocky city tattoos on forearms
Niggas throwin' 7's up with
Detroit D tattooed on hand
what we do
Niggas die for this shit
time to play, check it out

Ayo, sit back, smoke a joke, it's you wrote
This is pure murder, it's over she wrote it
I don't how niggas manage to sleep, wake up
The clock radio, don't panic the streets, say
I been waiting, now hand me beats
I'm simply a branch of the Slim Shady family
That snap

D12 first in to rap, I came last
'Bout to put my 9 12 in the games ass
Once I hit the roof, I swoop on like whoosh
2 bit niggas, and figures regroup
I been fishing, listen from one track to the next
I was gangsta when rap was nothing but that's the X

I sat and watched, album for album, niggas
Niggas from pro black to Italian, I was hot
I worked my fucking ass off, hoping to off
Now I'm to let you all see me
Like when ghost his mask off
Give you run for your ones, packing a full clip

Rapper niggas come your guns, don't bullshit
I'm going to only you wild shit, rap with a mild pitch
Only clever, with occasional style switch
Ya'll niggas around on the mic
That's why I'm to lay it down
Savor the way you in the night B