Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch what's

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

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

3]
I hit the like BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce in the towel before I foul
How in the fuck you like me now
Told your ass year I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my
I shot niggas up Muslims
We flex like
Use a, pretty cause it's most important
I form a that cut straight thru the frozen artic, I came from 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 chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They gave me five hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my
Fuck em, got some other shit to do from to five
My came, and my sister died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with
shit thats tragic can't be no more
Because of my rings I work at A&P no
I drive my landcruiser off the show
Got the paid sittin on Momo's
Comin with scheme, up in my
a ever thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of thirteen
Thirteen mammy years!