Luyện nghe bài hát Lsd

Told ya buffalo
Fell to the ground like
Couldnt the boulder
Fancy dancer for an answer

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

the soul and you got a got a
Truck fulla blowin up the spot
its terrorism the borderlines hot
Check the passports tap the

Surprise they home
And one of fuckin own
Its dat ol shit, dat same ol game
From that same ol gang up to same ol thing

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

I know what yall thinkin about
But if you know like I
You better strap on seatbelt
Cause you in for a ride

Now I be I been a man
Figure I call myself a nigger to get Benjamin
Whats got to do wit what you got
Not a lot, no forgot oh this shit is hot

Spendin all the for clothes
Wit a sign on the front mud
in dominoes

Now the heads tell tales how the bled and fled
Now livin up in the bed
Instead they 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 is phat, ATL be krunk dirty south

thou crankin trunks
Try to pass the test but to the rest they
Now what be indebted, get over it
Those times and raps never comin back

No without a pass, I kick ass
the sox off a Pandoras box
Is it any wonder why the clocks got?
Between a verse my jaw lox

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

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

Bold rap fuck whatcha heard
Not no lost and found or half ass words
funk power moves ruffs
I aint never cuckoo for no coco puffs

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

Lawyers no accountants no royalties
Lie for a lie, I em in the eye
History speaking 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 fraid
Threat of the aids got the afraid

The white man got you afraid
Social service got mama afraid
Scared of the fact before a niggas
of you say nigga before you say crack

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