Luyện nghe bài hát Kick In The Door

Your reign on the top was like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and
Get in that ass, fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck
You got ta, me, Francis M.H. White
In tank-light totes, tote
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and firin
Keep extra clips for extra
Who's next to flip, on cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", Frankie
Ain't no where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard
With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking
You should know my
Went ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
To with hoes I never seen before
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, before I and bust
If the between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal
I make it hot, like a get
You're delicate, you get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Adventure
Biggie, "How are you do it?"

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the
All you was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the
All you was Poppa don't hit me no more

in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was don't hit me no more

On ya mark, get set, I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya with death
Should I start breath should I let you die
In fear you to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, front the word sick
You it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird
You herbs get, stuck quickly for and show money
Don't forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm done with
Son, I'm surprised you run with
I think got cum in them, cause they, nothing but dicks
Trying to blow up like and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own
Take trips to Cairo, with yo bitch
I know you praying you was rich, fucking
I see ya I'ma

Kick in the door, waving the
All you heard was don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the
All you was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the
All you was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the
All you was Poppa don't hit me no more

This goes out for that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the of NY
Fuck that, why try, throw in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash light shit, or scalin it
Conscience of ya in eighty-eight
Sold more powder Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson,
You to get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no king in this rap thing
siblings, nothing but my children
One shot, disappearing
Its ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy
Took home, Ready to Die, listened, shit
Now they on some money shit, out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine
the white shake, that's why my money never funny
And you recouping, stupid