Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 7, bitch what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock your ass out
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, this pure talent.
Thirteen 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
years and rollin
Bringin the coldest to the
Gettin part of this, niggas don't 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 you screamin "It AIN'T!"
(This whispered, can't hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, take you down one at a
I'ma be known for fuckin over your album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, keep climbing
duckin, I'ma keep findin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes to get you bitches off me
Disrespect is costly, stir that muthafucka coffee, Hard to break, if it comes that way
It me thirteen 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 it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders down with me, with me
thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad this
Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in caskets
Hit ya full metal jackets, cut like hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and like matches
than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the temperature in
Shimber me timbers, I been writin raps as far back as I can
Fulla rocks, everybody move key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
Handle your buisness in this 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' nigga tracks, like pavement
To come from New made it hard to surface
That's when I got discouraged and joined the
Pissed off! and I before
I went to war and served time before I made it back home
No more rips in my jeans and my cream
shit unlucky about my number thirteen

3]
I hit the like BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce throw in the before I foul
How in the fuck you me right now
Told your ass year I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap is my hustle
I niggas up like Muslims
We flex like
Use a, delievery cause it's most important
I form a style cut straight thru the frozen artic, I came from my welps, gave up my belt
I got off from Big Boy to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? right I did it
Shoulda seen the chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
ain't nothin nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They me five hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other shit to do from nine to
My birthday came, and my sister
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million deal with Jive
This 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 Bondaville paid on Momo's
Comin with scheme, up in my
Who'd a thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of thirteen
mammy muthfuckin years!