Luyện nghe bài hát Long Winded

To set off

My crew a 40
3 crazy niggas the murder scene gory
End of
It's the Fiss me wreck ya
inject ya
With the funk that listening
gymnasts off the high dive board, I be flipping
Bacardi
Deluxe at the Ramada
I want my of the pie, the whole enchilada
That's why I
Put cannons to your back
I'm taking links down to your girl's bra strap
You wanna see the secret formula but ain't no
Cause my be slamming like shorties on the weekend
You I'm Rip Van Winkeling but I see ya
You're an asshole trying to creep on the creeper
[?] and
that ass off the map
I'm sick like chicks who still bone with the
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 you got nothing for me" - Blahzay Blahzay 'Danger'

To niggas with a 12" or
Through verbal intercourse give an orgasm
Sir or
Can't ignore me adore me
Cause once I'm you might get fired lacking timing
Fed me
I gets deadly and creep
Stay with the
Uh huh and the bliss
Clear your sinus with the finest Primatene
Acknowledge
On vinyl apocalypse
Dig ya like an anthropologist

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

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

Those who
get lit like jack o lanterns

Get burned by mental patterns
And a warning
To any crew legacies
Coming in my is a tight squeeze like two full pregnancies
From to Venus
You fags can't see me with a
sets, stomping through like a behemoth
Niggas
In this they tip toeing
find me floating
Dropping like a Samoan
loud like you earn stripes we never heard of ya
We'll ya
Watch your crew fold like furniture
the gift
Stimulated from the
your town like when the continental plates shift
Vocab
Wack MC
Got you
Like the on your dresser
Busting
to hold down your block
That's when I release the
Ya of the warlock

Oh my God oh my
Guess who's Poly-
Gram, goddamn we taking off like cam
Scram, with fam and I'll trample ya
Ya mom's got to ya
Then you get robbed for your
Disc, cause I be brisk like
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 will fall, like my name was
Boss you get squashed oh my
Thinking line ain't divine
You out your ass mind
Plus, I never rush the lead single the plan
on chickens for using my beeper as a scam
I plan my vocal rappers antisocial in a hurry
So all that tongue don't make me worried
I'm...