Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 7, bitch what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to your stupid ass out
bastard you no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, this pure talent.
muthafuckin 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 or swollen
Thirteen and rollin
Bringin the coldest to the
Gettin part of this, niggas don't no more of this
leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga in his mouth thinkin his style some like mine
Mad you screamin "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
Keep decling, keep climbing
Keep duckin, keep findin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes comin to get you 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 a demo tape
But that don't mean that my rhymes one of the
All man I been to make it for the fuckin longest
Fuck the signing bonus, long as you it
When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run bitch
Takin riders down with me, clown with me
thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em

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

3]
I hit the like BOOM! Owwwwww!
gon bounce throw in the towel before I foul
How in the fuck you like me now
Told your ass this I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my
I shot niggas up Muslims
We flex muscles
Use a, pretty delievery cause it's most
I form a style that cut straight thru the 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? Fuckin I did it
Shoulda seen the little chir'en in the street singin I'm Not Nigga
ain't nothin nigga, I'm short
nigga, raah!
They gave me hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
Fuck em, got other shit to do from nine to five
My came, and my sister died
But next year, signed a half a million dollar deal with Jive
This shit thats can't be no more
Because of my I work at A&P no more
I drive my off the show floor
Got the Bondaville paid on Momo's
with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of that
mammy muthfuckin years!