Luyện nghe bài hát Lsd

Told ya soldier
Fell to the ground folgers
Couldnt hold the
Fancy paralyzed for an answer

In the hip hop game but the rap got
Tumors from the middle of rumors
Generation X be the end of boomers
Is the next generation for doom

Control the and you got a got a
Truck fulla blowin up the spot
Think its terrorism the hot
Check the tap the telephone

Surprise home grown
And one of your own
Its dat same ol shit, dat same ol
From that ol gang up to that same ol thing

Now I see say you know me
I a metaphor of LSD

I dont know what yall about
But if you know like I
You better on your seatbelt
you in for a long ride

Now I be I been a man
I never call myself a nigger to get Benjamin
Whats love got to do wit you got
Not a whole lot, no forgot oh this is hot

Spendin all the cheddar for
Wit a sign foreclosed on the mud
in dominoes

Now the heads tell how the dead bled and fled
Now livin up in the bed
they seize us like Jesus
Married to the mob did a sloppy job in

Lord had mercy curse me
New world order got my ass in the water
Now you stuck to the west
That funk to the east is phat, ATL be krunk south

Thirty thou crankin
Try to pass the but to the rest they flunk
Now be indebted, better get over it
Those times and raps aint comin back

No future without a pass, I ass
Rock the sox off a box
Is it any wonder why the clocks flavor
rehearsin a verse my jaw lox

I set the bomb the R and B scene
Go against the grain run up on the
And so I parallel the brains of
As hip hop made em spill the champagne

Make it plain the sound insane
Come the no holes closin up the lane
Dont ask no questions on the simple
Can the magic get Shaq back, Knicks get Van

rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard
Not no and found nouns or half ass words
Turnaround funk moves ruffs
I aint been cuckoo for no coco puffs

LSD, set it free em see the tricks
try at 37 than die at 26

Lawyers no loyalties accountants no
Lie for a lie, I em in the eye
speaking lawyers should die
Kissed the companies and made all cry

A new rap song and a drive by
Why o why did the die
The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas
of the aids got the bitches afraid

The white man got you afraid
Social service got your mama
Scared of the before a niggas black
Some of you say before you say crack

You got no back is what you
Just say and Ill see where your ass is at