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
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, this deep talent.
Thirteen years!
I what to do to knock your stupid ass out
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Ahhh Beware, of the microphone I'm
I'll rappin until I hoarse or swollen
years and rollin
Bringin the coldest to the
Gettin part of this, niggas don't no more of this
Never leave you alone in life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga in his mouth thinkin his style sound like mine
Mad enough you "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 whole album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma climbing
Keep duckin, I'ma keep
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 demo
But that don't that my rhymes one of the strongest
All man I been to make it for the fuckin longest
Fuck the signing bonus, as you done it
When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run bitch
Takin them riders down me, clown with me
Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin and you can count em

2]
Nigga go the vibe, dividin mad this year
Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in closed
Hit ya like metal jackets, cut like hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and like matches
Thick than acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the in December
Shimber me timbers, I been writin raps as far as I can remember
Fulla rocks, everybody move key
It was ghetto Djs and MCs
Handle buisness in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. washin dishes
Bitch I was born to million dollar rhymes
Battle in the hallways of back in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and made my first demo
We dropped some real shit in the
I had big ol' tracks, raps like pavement
To come from New Orleans it hard to surface
That's I got discouraged and joined the service
off! and I before long
I went to war and served federal time before I made it back
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 throw in the towel before I
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 shot up like Muslims
We flex like
Use a, pretty cause it's most important
I a style that 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 the little 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 died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal Jive
This shit tragic can't be no more
of my rings I work at A&P no more
I drive my landcruiser off the floor
Got the Bondaville paid on Momo's
Comin scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No soldier
by the end of that
Thirteen mammy years!