Luyện nghe bài hát My Writes

Yo - who hold and rock ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that me!
I kids, push whips, piss an mc
Love money I love my moms
Love my nigga com sense he bang dents all up in they wallets
to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be

And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my
Rico, de la, you with the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was
Then put that drink down, you off what you sippin
put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around with me and next you'll yo' crib burglarized

Yo you better recognize and try to analyze
Hand fist - how can a man act like a bitch?
and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz the same thing happen to you

And they'll leave your ass like glue
Blood leakin out, freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on your knees like a freak, deez nuts
Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you be-
there's no web or leave a net
We done 40 bottles of threat, yo

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What you know my writes? (my writes)
you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you about an off night? (uhh)
What you know niggaz frontin for the light?
And what you know them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin while them girls show
you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm without delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, it down with alcohol
My a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I called
My gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest two breasts
Step into my cause it's time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we beat you like you stole somethin

Yo these style I should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for diet
They librarian flow keeps the real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the I gain
But the fact I spit 'em makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my
I rip it home to l.a.
connectin flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up black & tan in the of a van
I learned as a young man - long trip, in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own
Let your expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black
You got to with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young peter pan, like sly, take a stand
And go uptown saturday like ichiban

I keep it like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker the yoo-hoo
Dirt you out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty
Expert, to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick it
If they ask who cut the grits say e-swift did it

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And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the
punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four de la soul and tribe
We on the same vibe, cause real coincide
("right-right-right..") the situation is
But see songs like these is why this goin classic

This is for the dj, bring it back one
I drop bombs like when my moms me to rhyme
I'm - old school my dad is
So add this, to your collect', plug won - who the

Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like
little pips, they done tripped the wire
Blamin legs, while I'm claimin these tunes
In we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the from the plastic
And I say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no shame or it all up, take the blame
Brand name out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind over
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to
to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is makin that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass
Is all up in the and don't deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick
De la, xzibit and tha came to get that
And what you know us droppin ya
And leavin you half a face like the phantom of the opera?

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Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

You got the right to the fuck up! {*laughing*}