Luyện nghe bài hát Lemme Hear Somethin Else

Aiyyo my wrist stay froze (Lemme hear else)
Aiyyo I fuck mad hoes (Yo lemme somethin else)
I'm a big dog big dough (Won't you say somethin else)
Yo man you fuckin up my (You ain't got nothin else)
Man I got else (So lemme hear somethin else)
My chain got bagette diamonds (Won't you do else)
I rhymes with perfect timing (You could try somethin else)
Yeah you can't stop me from shinin (I'll it myself)

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I'm on my way to ASCAP so I can up my dough
I ran into a nigga tryna hit me with flows
He didn't I had a mind to just bloody his nose
And let the blood pour down on his white

Chhhh..
Nigga! You don't cipher with me
My name ain't Pakman for nothin, I'm gobblin
Chhhh..

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Damn yo, I wasn't tryna take it there
Lemme hear somethin in the ear nigga, it clear
He started on about pushin a big Benz
How he stayed jig, and smoked up with his friends
He doin it big and got unlimited
I just met the nigga, I seen him up with his mens
Stop frontin shorty, lemme you somethin 'bout the game
It's a line, from being wack to spittin flames
You gotta when you be writin them lines
Don't be a FUCKIN in every one of ya rhymes
I'ma let you in but yo you gotta be quick
I gotta go, and the shit you spittin nigga, be slick
He gettin busy, I was noddin my head
Then he it all up and said some shit that I said
Stopped rhymin he knew he shouldn't have said that verse
stupid as fuck, for that nigga it was the worst
Yo, how you bite and try to be top shelf
Better get ya act together, lemme hear somethin

I give you more grievance a nigga possessed by demons
Walkin on ceilings, white lot speedin
Like Tony Soprano, meetings
With a psychologist about his emotional
and his crime
He even talked about how to make alcohol out of peelings
Pink cookies in a bag gettin crushed by a buildin
was cool Canibus puked it
With ill cannibalistic, animal
Instant lyrical fitness, you handle the distance?
You don't enough wisdom
The man who gives resistance,
sinks the quickest, it's physics
I get "Southernplayalistic" and chicks
Put my big dick in they and smear they lipstick
here you stank bitch!
Tell ya man if he don't spit a hundred
bust him in his big lips
Spit quick, like 6B tip-tronic
Bitch is equipped a nitrous-oxide flipswitch
If you me, why would you recreate me
those that imitate me and emulate me?
They talk about me so lately
But that never me, they underestimate me
Me and the Killer P, and P-A-C get with G-A-T's
I'm a B-E-A-S-T, you wanna race me
I do Mach 1 over a
No if's, A-N-D's, or
A hundred bars ain't SHIT for a emcee
SHUT THE FUCK UP! You should be of yourself
I ain't heard nothin I felt, lemme somethin else