Luyện nghe bài hát Magic & Bird

Haven't you
platinum the amateurs swerve
Nature, Noreaga like Magic &
call a timeout, make a sub
ya rhyme out, and rip it up
rip it up!

I hands wit many killas
did it for fun
it's a rush the way it comes
to make the run
brag abotu it
and recapture the
just to see a young getting snatched from his frame
its many to do it
anger plays a role
when its done its
try to save ya soul
you'll be amazed how police learn the businss
nowhere to run blood
you done burned ya
a nervous
makin ya calls
confessing ta
a man of
now a
scorned by the
for cold-hearted
he one of his own
it's fucked up but he product
no can do, he got
I as he tried to pull out
but he got a chance to
just a little man, his bite less his bark
yo he thought he had a name ti; niggas tested his
lossed in the street
at nights and at the same time
I used ta ta stores and make'em rhyme
had a on the way
weed all day
thunwas
didn't think the would freeze'em
I to tell'em
correct'em like felons
by the time he
it's to late, a split his melon
seen'em spralled out from the fourth
in the of an eye
it was over the killa off!

2x

A yo we thugged out, wit ILLWILL on some shit
keeping it real, while ya niggas on pretty shit
the dealy wit?
know I smoke a philly wit
lamma
and got a bitch in
and time I fuck her, yo it's on camera
and I'm the freak type, get head and lay right
y'all niggas bridges
I coulda had tight
a yo I spit this, tellin' to live wit this
I had you in the bank
now you ya rank
you should only ya'self
ya today
you me
to have to do it homey
we used to be
now it's you don't know me
all that shit
shit
had me thinkin' on foul shit
diggin' in
now I'm 98
my niggas have fun
if i ain't wit Nate, I'm fucking wit Jung
number 1 of the game
trust no one
likle them niggas
yo you if they trick
in ya face, tellin'
they lie on they dick
while I get
live a cookin Beat tape
that old school shit that he used to make
yo from ta San Francis
niggas catch me at the
but i never
the bar close
niggas me, I'm like a mantis
I won't take
the hair on my chest
that's happen
you drinkin' rade, henney and stress
drink my life away. away
shoot up ya
yo me and Nate
we two of the best!

I got the whole
the and glitz
my upon the walk of fame
right Frank Sinatra
it na da
but one for the win
y'all need to frontin'
like y'all big dollar
fraudulent fucks I calling ya bluff
friction
calling ya chickens, for a quick
rippin'em up to some Lou shit
it a game, you was hot
but you it
ya methods
renevate to save the extras
ya mic's up
but y'all ain't connected
it ain't my fault ya niggas came
I'm the at rap
opposite of
shots more than Petrovic
when my shit
y'all better check for it
ya gotta love it, the way I'm at you
in the form
the on, you thought we would flop
well ya thought wrong!