Luyện nghe bài hát Long Winded

To set off

My taps a 40
3 crazy niggas leave the murder scene
End of
It's the Fiss me wreck ya
I'll ya
the funk that you're listening
Like gymnasts off the dive board, I be flipping
sipping
Deluxe at the Ramada
I want my piece of the pie, the whole
That's why I
Put these to your back
I'm taking Gucci links down to your girl's bra
You see the secret formula but ain't no peeking
my rhymes be slamming like shorties on the weekend
You I'm Rip Van Winkeling but I see ya
You're just an asshole trying to on the creeper
[?] and
Remove ass off the map
I'm like chicks who still bone with the claps
But none of
Beedie on the mic
Hitting like drunk drivers on the turnpike
To mental
I'm leaving medullas
children
Arithmetic [?]
Like lines of before you fags meet your ending
I'm...

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

To with a 12" or album
verbal intercourse give mind an orgasm
Sir or
Can't ignore me adore me
once I'm hired you might get fired lacking timing
Fed me
I gets deadly and creep
with the leaf
Uh huh and the choco
your sinus with the finest Primatene Mist
Acknowledge
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 they moms had they ass aborted
You sound good on tape, but your vocals sound distorted
My unproper gram' is used to glamour
No
my niggas ankle hammers

who oppose
Assholes get lit like o lanterns

Get by mental thought patterns
And a warning
To any crew fulfilling
in my zones is a tight squeeze like two full pregnancies
From here to
You fags can't see me a Zenith
Shaking sets, stomping through a behemoth
Niggas
In battle they tip toeing
You'll find me
Dropping weight like a
Talking loud you earn stripes we never heard of ya
We'll ya
your crew fold like lawn furniture
Express the
Stimulated from the
Move your town when the continental plates shift
professor
Wack MC
Got you
Like the drawers on dresser
shots
Trying to hold down your
That's when I release the
Ya sleep of the

Oh my God oh my
who's rocking Poly-
Gram, goddamn we 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 like
the globe
Ya Glock 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 best will fall, like my name was
Boss you get squashed oh my
Thinking every line ain't
You out your ass mind
Plus, I rush the lead single with the plan
Screaming on chickens for using my beeper as a
I plan my vocal making antisocial in a hurry
So all that tongue don't make me worried
I'm...