Luyện nghe bài hát Manifique

If heads knew!

I music of murder and mayhem for all of them
And murder for sweet chariots
My return like a unstoppable bullet
With wings my ears, your name when you speak of me in vein

Enter the center like a big winner
So L.O.D. can eat that ass up for
I come with high deadly quotin'
corrodin' street life shit to get you open

Niggas pullin' stunts like Chan
Not knowin' that they fuckin' with the man
I'm seen on and magazines
Pump, pump but peace to
(Don't sleep)

I hollar, 'Allah U Akbar', my hold me down
In the pair of Timbs that ever touched the ground
Huh, about a broken jaw
It's Keith and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors

When I'm alone in my
Sometimes I at the wall
And in the of my mind
I my conscience call
Keith

Rock, on

rules, original rules, original rules
Original rules, original rules, rules

Now here we go again, soundin' but it's contagious
The sickest entertainer puttin' your though strainers
We smokes the choc', don't be afraid of the
get hit brain cells spark

Pappers swear, got the dopest jam on the shelf
But they don't believe shit they own goddamn self
Last year, I was underrated but I dedicated
I'm so dedicated, I close my eyes, I'm

Niggas was amazed at the shit you was
But all you did was the chicken
I'm taking over the psychic network
I got the drop on all you niggas out there that you do dirt

But the truth hurts and it kills you to
the sound of hollow point tip bullets whistlin'
Every breath you take
Every gesture you make
Every little jack you

I be the expert mic
Pop shit on records, cut your fingers off later

I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I at the wall
And in the of my mind
I my conscience call
Murray

When I'm in my room
I stare at the wall
And in the of my mind
I hear my conscience
Murray

Pump the new smash platinum single the thug star banner
Illustratin' in a hostile manner
chainsaw cuts hard to the core
Makin' sure, they don't try to me no more

You seem to believe, all you need is a and a dream
To defeat the all great microphone supreme
But up 'cuz you playin' with the game of death
I'll smoke your body, ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence
Straight ashes ashes, dust to

I got you in my clutch, there's nothing further to discuss
And it's scary when the eeriest voice on the radio
Is in your doin' the show
With the technique that I'm usin'

Got more flow than D'Angelo
With venom
Oh my God, I get in 'em
Turn 'em out 'em something good to talk about

I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I at the wall
And in the back of my
I my conscience call
Keith