Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 7, bitch what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know to do to knock your stupid ass out
bastard you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
This ain't no fluke, pure deep 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 microphone I'm
keep rappin until I hoarse or swollen
Thirteen years and
Bringin the coldest to the
Gettin part of this, 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 whispered, can't hear)
You be pissin me off the time, take you down one at a time
I'ma be known for over your whole album
Who want my
Keep decling, I'ma keep
Keep duckin, I'ma findin
Keepin 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 mean that my rhymes one of the strongest
All man I been to make 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 down with me, clown with me
Leave 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 like metal jackets, cut like hatchets
as ratchets, and burn 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 your buisness in this of competition
Or be at F.W. Wolworth washin
Bitch I was 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 some shit in the basement
I had big ol' tracks, raps like 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 shit about my number thirteen

3]
I hit the bitch BOOM! Owwwwww!
gon bounce throw in the towel before I foul
How in the fuck you like me now
Told your ass year I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap is my hustle
I niggas up like Muslims
We like muscles
Use a, delievery cause it's most important
I form a style that cut straight thru the frozen artic, I came from my welps, up my belt
I got off Big Boy records 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 That
Size ain't 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 nine to
My came, and my sister died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar with Jive
This shit thats can't be no more
Because of my rings I at A&P no more
I my landcruiser 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
Thirteen muthfuckin years!