Luyện nghe bài hát Long Winded

To set off

My crew a 40
3 crazy niggas the murder scene gory
End of
the Fiss watch me wreck ya
I'll ya
With the funk that listening
Like off the high dive board, I be flipping
Bacardi
Deluxe suites at the
I want my of the pie, the whole enchilada
why I gotta
Put these cannons to back
I'm taking Gucci links down to your bra strap
You wanna see the secret but ain't no peeking
Cause my rhymes be like shorties on the weekend
You think I'm Rip Van but I see ya
You're just an asshole to creep on the creeper
[?] and
Remove ass off the map
I'm sick like who still bone with the claps
But none of
Beedie on the mic
Hitting hard like drunk on the turnpike
To scholars
I'm leaving medullas
Schooling
Arithmetic [?]
Like of longitude before you fags meet your ending
I'm...

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

To with a 12" or album
Through verbal intercourse give mind an
Sir or
ignore me just adore me
Cause once I'm hired you get fired lacking timing
Fed me
I gets and creep silent
with the leaf
Uh huh and the choco
Clear your sinus with the Primatene Mist
this
On vinyl apocalypse
Dig ya grave like an

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

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

who oppose
Assholes get lit like o lanterns

Get by mental thought patterns
And that's a
To any fulfilling legacies
Coming in my zones is a tight squeeze like two full
From here to
You can't see me with a Zenith
Shaking sets, stomping like a behemoth
Niggas
In this battle they tip
You'll me floating
weight like a Samoan
Talking loud like you stripes we never heard of ya
We'll ya
Watch your crew fold like lawn
the gift
Stimulated from the
Move your town like when the continental shift
professor
Wack MC
Got you
Like the on your dresser
shots
Trying to hold down your
That's I release the 3000
Ya sleep of the

Oh my God oh my
Guess who's rocking
Gram, goddamn we taking off twin cam
Scram, mess fam and I'll trample ya
Ya mom's got to ya
Then you get robbed for your
Disc, cause I be like Octob'
the globe
Ya explode cause 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 will fall, like my name was Desiree
Boss you get oh my gosh
Thinking every line ain't
You out your ass mind
Plus, I rush the lead single with the plan
Screaming on chickens for my beeper as a scam
I plan my vocal making rappers antisocial in a
So all that tongue twisting make me worried
I'm...