Luyện nghe bài hát Long Winded

To set off

My crew a 40
3 crazy niggas leave the murder gory
End of
It's the Fiss watch me ya
inject ya
With the funk you're listening
Like gymnasts off the high dive board, I be
Bacardi
Deluxe at the Ramada
I want my piece of the pie, the whole
why I gotta
Put these cannons to your
I'm taking links down to your girl's bra strap
You wanna see the formula but ain't no peeking
Cause my rhymes be slamming like shorties on the
You I'm Rip Van Winkeling but I see ya
just an asshole trying to creep on the creeper
[?] and
that ass off the map
I'm like chicks who still bone with the claps
But of that
free on the mic
Hitting hard like drunk drivers on the
To scholars
I'm leaving dented
children
Arithmetic [?]
Like of longitude before 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 Blahzay

To with a 12" or album
verbal intercourse give mind an orgasm
Sir or
ignore me just adore me
Cause once I'm hired you might get fired lacking
Fed me
I gets and creep silent
Stay with the
Uh huh and the bliss
your sinus with the finest Primatene Mist
Acknowledge
On vinyl apocalypse
Dig ya like an anthropologist

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

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

who oppose
Assholes get lit jack o lanterns

Get burned by thought patterns
And that's a
To any fulfilling legacies
Coming in my zones is a tight squeeze like two pregnancies
From here to
You fags can't see me with a
Shaking sets, stomping through a behemoth
Niggas
In this battle tip toeing
find me floating
Dropping like a Samoan
Talking loud like you stripes we never heard of ya
murder ya
Watch your crew fold lawn furniture
Express the
from the spliff
Move your town like when the plates shift
professor
Wack MC
Got you
Like the drawers on your
Busting
Trying to hold your block
That's when I the 3000
Ya of the warlock

Oh my God oh my
Guess who's rocking
Gram, goddamn we off like twin cam
Scram, mess with fam and trample ya
Ya got to Pamper ya
Then you get robbed for your
Disc, I be brisk like Octob'
Shock the
Ya Glock explode cause you was
Not purpose, lay the be
Try to me
You be, something 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 rabbit ass mind
Plus, I never rush the lead single with the
on chickens for using my beeper as a scam
I plan my making rappers antisocial in a hurry
So all that tongue twisting don't me worried
I'm...