Luyện nghe bài hát Just For You

All my y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, y'all

All my bitches y'all, all my bitches
Flipmode y'all, y'all
Hardcore y'all, raw y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode

Never a nigga like the cover of a book
Fuck around and get shot back of the
Nigga, fall, stumble and look, nervous and
in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp

Shot up my cops, Dirty
You stickin' me is like niggas the Virgin Mary
Shit we carry will have you found down
damp and muddy, split your tummy
Puncture your kidney and make you bloody

So now I leave your to rot
Where bitches sell they pussy for
Cook they coke in steamin' water, in a pot
Do you know niggas like us that they watch
Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin' pops?

You messin' wit a rhyme
Trade the GS for the excursion, heads is
Flipmode we still
Now we splurgin' in
Dirty Harriet the camouflage turbans

Said one for the money and two for mic
And a million rhymin' words in 240 seconds
Get three to get your neck and four to even the score
Graveyard mister, y'all believe in the law

like Mary Lou Retton
Suede shoes steppin', do the best that I can can
Like Pointer sisters, who could the wizard?
Talkin' outta place, I pick the up and cut the tongue
Right outta your mouth and your life up

This for my niggas, come get wit us
raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we y'all miss us
got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

Before all the plaques and the Aawards
niggas wanna dick ride, so jump aboard
It's a first class ass whippin', rampage, I ain't
Check all the magazine

Yo, I pluck pigeons, get brains in
Cause friction, every I stick my dick in
I'm not trustworthy, midnight, I'm pickin'
Spliff keep it like wool caps to mittens

Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust my shoe shitty
New Jack City, wicked ways wit me
Holla mine, in these violent crooks bear malice
White collar crime, Columbine, we classes

Burn a nigga ashes, how I mash his ass like Cassius
Finger jabs, I got it mastered,
Writin half ass shit, splash
Poke em with the bassinet in the neck,

Can't tell I'm from QB the way I talk
Speakin' in tongue with six callin' my dun
Bogie lung, big and small gats we brung
Bangin' your drums with hot shit and more to

But then we the truth
The niggas predictions from The Bible
for niggas is suicidal
Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp
Dirty floodin' all through your district

This for my niggas, y'all get wit us
More raw shit just for you, you, you, you
for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit for you, you, you, you

This for my niggas, y'all get wit us
More raw shit just for you, you, you, you
for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit for you, you, you, you