Luyện nghe bài hát Long Winded

To set off

My taps a 40
3 crazy niggas leave the murder scene
End of
the Fiss watch me wreck ya
I'll ya
With the that you're listening
Like off the high dive board, I be flipping
Bacardi
Deluxe at the Ramada
I want my piece of the pie, the enchilada
why I gotta
Put cannons to your back
I'm taking Gucci links down to girl's bra strap
You wanna see the formula but ain't no peeking
Cause my rhymes be like shorties on the weekend
You I'm Rip Van Winkeling but I see ya
just an asshole trying to creep on the creeper
[?] and
Remove ass off the map
I'm sick like chicks who still with the claps
But none of
free on the mic
Hitting hard like drunk drivers on the
To scholars
I'm medullas dented
children
Arithmetic [?]
Like lines of longitude before you fags meet ending
I'm...

"Long winded but I don't my respiratory
To bless my story you got nothing for me" - Blahzay Blahzay

To niggas with a 12" or
Through verbal intercourse mind an orgasm
Sir or
Can't me just adore me
Cause once I'm hired you might get fired lacking
Fed me
I gets and creep silent
Stay the leaf
Uh huh and the bliss
your sinus with the finest Primatene Mist
Acknowledge
On bring apocalypse
Dig ya grave like an

You'll only find in my
heads full of hot air, heads will burst a verse you

Get battered and
Making rappers wish moms had they ass aborted
You sound on tape, but live your vocals sound distorted
My unproper gram' is used to gain
No
Hide my niggas hammers

Those who
Assholes get lit like jack o

Get burned by mental patterns
And a warning
To any crew fulfilling
Coming in my zones is a squeeze like two full pregnancies
From here to
You fags can't see me a Zenith
sets, stomping through like a behemoth
Niggas
In this battle tip toeing
You'll find me
Dropping weight a Samoan
Talking loud like you earn stripes we heard of ya
murder ya
Watch your crew fold lawn furniture
Express the
from the spliff
Move your town when the continental plates shift
professor
Wack MC
Got you
Like the drawers on dresser
Busting
Trying to hold your block
when I release the 3000
Ya sleep of the

Oh my God oh my
who's rocking Poly-
Gram, we taking off like twin cam
Scram, mess with fam and trample ya
Ya mom's got to ya
Then you get robbed for your
Disc, cause I be brisk Octob'
Shock the
Ya Glock explode cause you was
Not purpose, lay the be
Try to me
You be, done terribly
We can war in the streets or in the
The best fall, like my name was Desiree
Boss you get squashed oh my
Thinking every ain't divine
You out rabbit ass mind
Plus, I rush the lead single with the plan
Screaming on chickens for using my beeper as a
I plan my making rappers antisocial in a hurry
So all that tongue twisting don't me worried
I'm...