Luyện nghe bài hát It's Tuesday (Intro)

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

Cut throat, nix
My trey little, my nigga E
Rocky city
We in a of our own
you wanna come, ride with us?
Come on, with us
Ride with us 7 mile

Niggas with rocky city tattoos on forearms
Niggas throwin' 7's up with
D tattooed on their hand
That's we do
Niggas would die for this
It's 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 don't know how niggas manage to sleep, up
The clock radio, panic the streets, say something
I waiting, now hand me these beats
I'm simply a branch of the Slim family tree
That snap

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

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

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