Luyện nghe bài hát Just For You

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

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

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

Shot up my cops, Harry
You stickin' me is like fuckin' the Virgin Mary
Shit we carry will have you layin' down
Somewhere damp and muddy, split your
your kidney and make you piss bloody

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

You messin' wit a rhyme
the GS for the excursion, heads is turnin'
Flipmode we mergin'
Now we in suburbans
Dirty rock the camouflage turbans

one for the money and two for mic check
And spit a million words in 240 seconds
Get three to get your bitch neck and four to 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 the knife up and cut the tongue
Right outta your mouth and fuck life up

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 just for you, you, you, you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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