Luyện nghe bài hát Long Winded

To set off

My taps a 40
3 crazy niggas leave the murder gory
End of
It's the Fiss watch me ya
inject ya
With the funk that you're
gymnasts off the high dive board, I be flipping
Bacardi
Deluxe at the Ramada
I my piece of the pie, the whole enchilada
why I gotta
Put these cannons to back
I'm Gucci links down to your girl's bra strap
You wanna see the secret but ain't no peeking
Cause my rhymes be slamming shorties on the weekend
You I'm Rip Van Winkeling but I see ya
You're just an trying to creep on the creeper
[?] and
that ass off the map
I'm sick like chicks who bone with the claps
But none of
Beedie on the mic
Hitting hard like drivers on the turnpike
To mental
I'm leaving medullas
Schooling
coming [?]
Like lines of longitude you fags meet your ending
I'm...

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

To niggas a 12" or album
Through verbal intercourse mind an orgasm
Sir or
ignore me just adore me
Cause once I'm hired you might get fired lacking
Fed me
I gets deadly and silent
Stay with the
Uh huh and the bliss
Clear your with the finest Primatene Mist
this
On bring apocalypse
Dig ya grave an anthropologist

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

Get battered and
rappers wish they 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 ankle hammers

Those who
Assholes get lit like jack o

Get burned by thought patterns
And a warning
To any crew fulfilling
Coming in my zones is a tight squeeze like two full
From here to
You fags see me with a Zenith
sets, stomping through like a behemoth
Niggas
In this battle they tip
find me floating
Dropping weight a Samoan
Talking like you earn stripes we never heard of ya
murder ya
Watch your crew like lawn furniture
the gift
Stimulated the spliff
Move your town like when the plates shift
Vocab
Wack MC
Got you
the drawers on your dresser
Busting
to hold down your block
That's when I the 3000
Ya of the warlock

Oh my God oh my
Guess who's Poly-
Gram, we taking off like twin cam
Scram, mess with fam and I'll ya
Ya got to Pamper ya
Then you get for your sampler
Disc, I be brisk like Octob'
Shock the
Ya Glock explode you was nervous
Not purpose, lay the be
Try to me
You be, something terribly
We can war in the or in the mezzane'
The best will fall, like my was Desiree
Boss you get oh my gosh
Thinking line ain't divine
You out your rabbit ass
Plus, I never the lead single with the plan
Screaming on for using my beeper as a scam
I plan my vocal making rappers antisocial in a
So all that tongue don't make me worried
I'm...