Luyện nghe bài hát Kick In The Door

Your reign on the top was short like
As I crush willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, like
Its that rap Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
You got ta, call me, M.H. White
In tank-light totes, tote
Was told in shootouts, low, and keep firin
extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip, on that cat that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", baby
no telling where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard
With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking
You should my steelo
Went ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, before I squeeze and
If the between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and shit
I it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who ya?
You still shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you do it?"

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

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

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

in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa hit me no more

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

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

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

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

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was Poppa hit me no more

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