Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch happenin?

Thirteen years!
I what to do to knock your stupid ass out
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, pure deep talent.
muthafuckin years!
I what to do to knock your stupid ass out
bastard you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Ahhh Beware, of the microphone I'm
I'll keep rappin until I hoarse or
Thirteen and rollin
the coldest to the CONUS
Gettin of this, niggas don't want no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life, I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga in his thinkin his style sound some like mine
Mad enough you "It AIN'T!"
(This whispered, can't hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, take you one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin over your whole
Who my rhyme?
decling, I'ma keep climbing
Keep duckin, keep findin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes to get you bitches off me
Disrespect is costly, stir that muthafucka like coffee, Hard to break, if it comes way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a tape
But don't mean that my rhymes one of the strongest
All man I been trying to make it for the longest
Fuck the signing bonus, long as you it
When I done it, blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders down with me, clown me
Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad this
Creative catastrophy, MCs in closed caskets
Hit ya like full jackets, cut like hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and burn like
Thick amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
like the temperature in December
Shimber me timbers, I been writin as far back as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, everybody key
It was ghetto Djs and MCs
Handle buisness in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. Wolworth washin
Bitch I was born to million dollar rhymes
Battle in the hallways of Cohen in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and my first demo tape
We some real shit in the basement
I had big ol' tracks, raps like pavement
To come from New Orleans made it to surface
That's I got discouraged and joined the service
Pissed off! and I before
I went to war and served time before I made it back home
No more rips in my and gettin my cream
Ain't shit unlucky about my number

3]
I hit the like BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce in the towel before I foul
How in the you like me right now
Told ass this year I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my
I shot niggas up Muslims
We flex muscles
Use a, pretty cause it's most important
I form a style that cut straight thru the frozen artic, I came my welps, gave up my belt
I got off from Big Boy records to put my on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fuckin I did it
Shoulda seen the little in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nothin nigga, I'm
nigga, raah!
They gave me five hundred dollars, shit I both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other shit to do nine to five
My birthday came, and my died
But next year, signed a half a million dollar deal with Jive
This shit thats can't be no more
of my rings I work at A&P no more
I my landcruiser off the show floor
Got the Bondaville paid on Momo's
with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of that
mammy muthfuckin years!