Luyện nghe bài hát Look Below

Picture me in history I hit your screen
t-shirt, blue jeans stay creased and clean
Free-styling as I walk down the block a routine since a
Vivid dreams of scenes
Like a motion picture of a young that's become sick of
Mentally scheming to become
to figure that threatening to pull guns triggers
Bring quicker then I was on one n---a and it was
Colder days I now call days
So when I look over my shoulder blade
Member when was yelling out "hold the faith"
When it there was no escape from hopeless fate
So it more than fake
N---a's yelling over mics no noise to make
To impact any part of my state
I'll make you hate I state and yet still relate..... yeah

Straight the bottom to the top
Look below cause I'm fly like a bird watching my shit drop
No specific aim I hit spots
in this game an reign on hip hop (x2)

Comical attitudes people ask "when the album dropping"
You know you're good you see all the haters flocking
People don't understand the shit that I
It's like throwing you in water with foot to a rock
You tried to battle me so I gave you my gun
But you didn't so you couldn't be done
When I people say my shit's the shadiest
If God you your style then dog I'm atheist
I know the formula but I got the answer
I'm but shit I'm not Prancer
acting like Tina T say they wanna be my private dancers
They understand I'm cancer
When I spread I'm kind of to maintain
N---as start bobbing their heads when they Mink's name
Putting together is like a orgy
These bitch-ass n---as in the game me ooh.

Straight the bottom to the top
Look below cause I'm fly like a bird just watching my shit
No specific aim I hit spots
Enter in this an reign on hip hop (x2)

In the midst of tricks plus n---as taking of
or a quick puff when a Philly's lit up
Young Cleva fore he Mr.
Spit a verse and a n---a curse ready to kick dust
After getting ripped up pissed I disrupt
When I spit I spit such eloquence the
Evidence was to
Anyone nuts who attempt to enter in the center

I flip trip styles time that I bust
Got married preacher women into my lust
Fading out when I plug in the MPC
An optometrist I change what you see
I don't like dicks so you know I'm not
No rap like Kobe no playing hockey
You tried to yourself with a vest that's tin
Y'all wanted some hot shit Clev we did it damn

Straight from the to the top
Look below I'm fly like a bird just watching my shit drop
No specific aim I hit spots
Enter in this an reign on hip hop (x4)

© 2004. © 2014 Lightbourne,
The Game of Life (Re-released)
Artist: Rob "Cleva"