Luyện nghe bài hát Just For You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, I pigeons, get brains in expeditions
Cause friction, every chick I my dick in
I'm not trustworthy, midnight, I'm pickin'
Spliff keep it warm like wool 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 times crooks bear
White collar crime, Columbine, we classes

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

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

But then we manifest the
The fight predictions from The Bible
Betrayal for is suicidal
Kick swift shit niggas rock harder Limp Bizkit
Dirty Harriet floodin' all your district

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

This for my niggas, come get wit us
raw hardcore 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