Luyện nghe bài hát It's Tuesday (Intro)

(It's 5'9")
Yeah, you scared, you?
Relax, it's music
(It's 5'9")
The elite, 5'9"
5'9", cha cha

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

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

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

D12 first in line to rap, I last
to put my size 9 12 in the games ass
Once I hit the roof, I swoop on niggas whoosh
2 bit niggas, cooks and regroup
I fishing, just listen from one track to the next
I was when rap was nothing but that's with the X

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

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