Luyện nghe bài hát Mysteries

INTRO [Kardinal Offishall]
Yo
Yo
{Yo what man, what
night man, last night I was out by this club, yo
This man talking to me outside telling me how he axe inside my ear
Trying to stress the F.O.S. nawhatImean?
Know what I mean, about a whole bunch of de nuttin'
Yo this out man
Yo check out this go
this out like this
[Kardinal
is it what you do?
Or what I'm thinking that I can
Either way I'mma dog your shit, because you a hit
Brother up there loud, you're rocking a crowd ain't nothing
Freestyling and so what in the world are you think you to do
With that wack crew, your whole damn
F.O.S. get wet up 'cause those niggas don't let up
Word up, they rock every and they think they large
Y'all niggas y'all talk to every hoe and that how it go
Well this is how it is, I'mma teach nigs the biz
While you claim to know the street there's a barrel to your cheek
Y'all niggas crying like sweeter than a box full of Pot of Gold chocolates
Let me really tell you how it be told
Y'all niggas couldn't last up in the world
With real G's get and lyrics don't mean shit to a cop
When y'all niggas do dat, for real dat one cap peel shit
The Nonce might quit
But until point in time, keep going with your rhyme
And I'm come to every show and make sure I drop
And yell aloud freestyle, in attempt to you plop
my shit don't stop until y'all niggas drop
up
CHORUS X2 [Kardinal {Female R&B}
You it ain't right (right) {you know it ain't right]
Haters try to but they can't (right right)
mysteries in the night}
The mysteries in the night got me flipping, players got me dipping
Circle maintain sight (that's right)
[Kardinal Offishall]
Yo Sauks, up?}
Niggas we can't kick this shit for real
But I'mma let 'em know, quite how the go
Up inside the T-dot, oh yes the flex is
Ten individuals with the style
And we might pull ya gal, word up that's the style
No doubt we in this to win this, I wrote the and drink the Guinness
And we made a waiting for y'all niggas to finish
Your bitching, switching up testimony every time
Talking other shit 'cause he fuck with the line
First we couldn't rap, now we get strapped
Brother I don't get down like that, but G got my back
And Y-Look got the headline, your got my waistline
In time you see the F.O.S. niggys
straight from excellence, your pestilence
Keeps pushing us to the top, yo brother it don't
It stop y'all
x2
[Kardinal
Just because you keep calling my name, momma you know
The Kardinal Mr. Lu doesn't run a crew
Ask my man
If you test we'll tear your section in to divide the aftermath
The Circle hard to maintain our title
While you bustin' caps for nothing, we get paid for our
Bitch, do not ever mess with the squad, I told u it don't stop 'til kill hip-hop
And even then we'll still rock for the heads still with it
And even if it's one, get the job done
Player, better wave your in the air
So your crew can get dropped, for real it stop
We'll still rock for the that still with it
And even if it's one we'll get the job
Player, better your hands in the air
So your crew can get dropped, for real it don't
It don't y'all
X3
OUTRO [Kardinal {Female R&B}
Yeah yeah, on the Hill, on
in the night}
Uh huh uh huh
Forever baby, to the year 2G, know I'm saying
up we out
Like and uh, like this and uh