Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Be Specific - Tragedy, Raekwon, + more

One time, one time, one
Styles kinda but let's be specific
One time, one time, one
Styles kinda different but let's be

This is flavor right here, 60 minutes,

You'se just wasn't ready for real, so the deal
No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and fucking horse
I'm in the of musical moments lyrical guns bust
you trust and body clocks turn to dust
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like

Running to bitch ass Batcave
Be aware when you witness and turn Burger maids
Got you swimming while dreaming and Cool Whip seamen
Headaches are like earthquakes, you down
And crying out for you ladies, crybaby

One time, one time, one
Styles kinda but let's be specific

Foot up [unverified] if you got work
We lying in sooken put you on your back, sent you on way
Yo, looking, never catching the cap, the horns
In Louis in Brooklyn
over from the fo'er wit the dress stower

Got the 80, oh don't think [unverified] nickel want to up
Get your motherfucking swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve
T's for enemies, my eyes on my enemies

Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some shit
One time searching me but never find shit
It's the everyday, get the loot then
my goal is to leave out of state, push keys

The Queen's nation, representation, I
Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome and tint
bent off the hen demon, niggaz is scheming
My crews mega wit more gun play Sega

Pick up the cellular, call
The nickel auto when I rip for dolo
Fuck one time, I'm bucking at the poo-poo
Mr Danny got me acting like

macs outta state, [unverified] one in your tracks
I'm addicted to the CREAM, I cheese and stacks
So I'm a die trying wit AK's and

One time, one time, one
kinda different but let's be specific

Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, it, yo

It's the key money, time to get the stacks and
Analyze papers, staying drape wit chains
The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in
Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly

For real, Shaolin, house of whylin', house
Peace to profiling on the island
Walk the view, the view, cash in my crew
If I feel shyest, the ice turn blue

But for now, the cow wit the know how
Chef be on the low down, sidewalk wit the White Owls
He, yo, niggaz who bless
my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex

I'm in the hole nigga in sing-sing
Barefoot in draws jacking yours nigga 'cuz you saw
99 ups, I'm fiending for the mic
I'm starting to bug the out, I'm stomping on mice

They feed me like an animal, my style is mad
Now back in population, I refuse to a smile
Ever I blew trial, my attitude is fucked up
Anybody say to me is getting stuffed up

dope dealers, pimps and big playas
Foxx got the rock down to rhyme sayer
I'm on one's crafty shank ripping skulls
Chopping mad niggaz to the is mad dull

One time, one time, one
kinda different but let's be specific