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 deep talent.
muthafuckin years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass out
bastard you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
1]
Ahhh Beware, of the microphone I'm
I'll keep rappin I hoarse or swollen
Thirteen years and
Bringin the coldest to the
Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no of this
Never leave you in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga in his mouth thinkin his style sound some like
Mad enough you "It AIN'T!"
(This whispered, can't hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, you down one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin your whole album
Who want my
decling, I'ma keep climbing
Keep duckin, I'ma keep
heat seekin rhymes 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 years just to make a demo tape
But that don't mean my rhymes one of the strongest
All man I been trying to make it for the fuckin
Fuck the bonus, long as you done it
When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this
Takin riders down with me, clown 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
Thick than acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin the temperature in December
me timbers, I been writin raps as far back as I can remember
Fulla rocks, everybody move key
It was ghetto Djs and MCs
Handle your buisness in this of competition
Or be at F.W. Wolworth dishes
Bitch I was born to write million dollar
Battle in the hallways of back in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and my first demo tape
We dropped some shit in the basement
I had big ol' tracks, raps like pavement
To come from New Orleans it hard to surface
when I got discouraged and joined the service
Pissed off! and I long
I went to war and served federal time before I made it home
No more rips in my jeans and my cream
Ain't unlucky about my number thirteen

3]
I hit the like 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 niggas up like Muslims
We like muscles
Use a, pretty cause it's most important
I form a style that cut straight 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? right I did it
Shoulda seen the little chir'en in the street I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nothin nigga, I'm
nigga, raah!
They gave me five hundred dollars, I quit both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other shit to do from to five
My birthday came, and my sister
But next year, Mystikal a half a million dollar deal with Jive
This shit tragic 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 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 that
Thirteen muthfuckin years!