Luyện nghe bài hát Just For You

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

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

Never judge a nigga the cover of a book
Fuck around and get back of the foot
Nigga, fall, stumble and look, and shook
Dragged in the alley and and beat down to a pulp

Shot up my cops, Dirty
You stickin' me is niggas fuckin' the Virgin Mary
Shit we carry will have you found layin'
Somewhere and muddy, split your tummy
your kidney and make you piss bloody

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

You messin' wit a surgeon
Trade the GS for the excursion, is turnin'
Flipmode we mergin'
Now we splurgin' in
Harriet rock the camouflage turbans

Said one for the money and two for mic
And spit a million rhymin' words in 240
Get three to get your neck and four to even the score
Graveyard shifter mister, 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 knife up and cut the
Right outta mouth and fuck your life up

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

Before all the plaques and the Source
Y'all niggas wanna dick ride, so jump
It's a first class ass whippin', rampage, I trippin'
all the magazine clippin's

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

Watch for me in a new milli, up dust with my shoe shitty
New Jack City, wicked move wit me
Holla mine, in these times crooks bear malice
collar crime, Columbine, we clear classes

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

Can't tell I'm from QB the way that I
Speakin' in with six blocks callin' my dun
Bogie collapsed lung, big and gats we brung
your drums with hot shit and more to come

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

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

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