Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 7, bitch what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I what to do to knock your stupid ass out
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, this pure talent.
muthafuckin years!
I know what to do to your stupid ass out
bastard you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
1]
Ahhh Beware, of the I'm holding
I'll keep until I hoarse or swollen
years and rollin
Bringin the to the CONUS
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 sound some like mine
Mad enough you "It AIN'T!"
(This line whispered, hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, you down one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin over your whole
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma climbing
Keep duckin, keep findin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes to get you bitches off me
Disrespect is costly, stir that muthafucka like coffee, Hard to break, if it that way
It took me muthafuckin years just to make a demo tape
But don't mean that my rhymes one of the strongest
All man I been trying to make it for the longest
the signing bonus, long as you done it
When I done it, blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin riders down with me, clown with me
Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin and you can count em

2]
Nigga go pass the vibe, mad this year
Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in caskets
Hit ya full metal jackets, cut like hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and like matches
Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, as a pissy mattress
like the temperature in December
Shimber me timbers, I been writin raps as far as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, everybody key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
Handle buisness in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. Wolworth washin
Bitch I was born to write million rhymes
Battle in the hallways of Cohen in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and made my demo tape
We dropped real shit in the basement
I had big ol' tracks, raps like pavement
To come from New 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 before I made it home
No more rips in my jeans and gettin my
Ain't unlucky about my number thirteen

3]
I hit the bitch BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon throw in the towel before I foul
How in the you like me right now
Told your ass this I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my
I niggas up like Muslims
We flex muscles
Use a, pretty delievery it's most important
I form a style that cut straight thru the frozen artic, I came 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 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 died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar with Jive
This shit thats tragic can't be no
Because of my I work at A&P no more
I drive my landcruiser off the floor
Got the Bondaville paid 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!