Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to your stupid ass out
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, this pure talent.
Thirteen years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass out
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Ahhh Beware, of the I'm holding
I'll keep rappin until I hoarse or
years and rollin
Bringin the to the CONUS
Gettin of this, niggas don't want no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin
Slap a in his mouth thinkin his style sound some like mine
Mad you screamin "It AIN'T!"
(This line whispered, hear)
You be pissin me off the time, take you down one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin over whole album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma keep
Keep duckin, I'ma keep
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 thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a tape
But that don't mean that my rhymes one of the
All man I been trying to it for the fuckin longest
Fuck the signing bonus, long as you it
I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders down with me, with me
Leave in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad year
Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in caskets
Hit ya like metal jackets, cut like hatchets
as ratchets, and burn like matches
Thick than amino acids, flip gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the in December
me timbers, I been writin raps as far back as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, everybody key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
Handle your in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. washin dishes
I was born to write million dollar rhymes
Battle in the of Cohen back in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and my first demo tape
We dropped real shit in the basement
I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps pavement
To from New Orleans made it hard to surface
That's when I got discouraged and the service
Pissed off! and I long
I went to war and served federal time I made it back home
No more rips in my jeans and my cream
Ain't unlucky about my number thirteen

3]
I hit the bitch BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce throw in the towel I foul
How in the you like me right now
your ass this year I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my
I shot up like Muslims
We flex muscles
Use a, pretty 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 little chir'en in the street I'm Not That Nigga
Size nothin nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They gave me five hundred dollars, shit I quit of my jobs
Fuck em, got other shit to do from nine to five
My birthday came, and my died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million deal with Jive
This shit thats tragic be no more
Because of my rings I work at A&P no
I drive my landcruiser off the floor
Got the Bondaville sittin on Momo's
with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit
by the end of thirteen
mammy muthfuckin years!