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

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

This is flavor right here, 60 minutes,

just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal
No type remorse when I pull skill, you and your fucking horse
I'm in the midst of musical moments lyrical bust
Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like

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

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

Foot up fitted if you got work
We in sooken put you on your back, sent you on your way
Yo, good looking, catching the cap, the horns
In your Louis in
over from the fo'er wit the dress stower

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

Sipping Hennessey wit my on some crime shit
One time searching me but never ever shit
the everyday, get the loot then breeze
Still my is to leave out of state, push keys

The nation, representation, I represent
Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome and tint
Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is
My crews mega wit more gun play then

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

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

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

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

It's the key money, to get the stacks and maintain
Analyze papers, staying wit heavy chains
The Clan has built, armaretta's in milk
Rap skin kilt nothing but fly silk

For real, Shaolin, of whylin', house medallion
Peace to cats profiling on the
the view, play the view, cash in my crew
If I feel shyest, watch the ice blue

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

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

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

Petty dope dealers, pimps and big
Foxx got the black rock down to sayer
I'm born on crafty shank ripping skulls
Chopping mad to the blade is mad dull

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