Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 nigga 7, what's happenin?

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

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

3]
I hit the like BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce throw in the towel I foul
How in the fuck you me right now
your ass this year I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my
I shot up like Muslims
We flex like
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 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 I'm Not That Nigga
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 nine to five
My birthday came, and my died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal Jive
This shit thats tragic be no more
of my rings I work at A&P no more
I drive my 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 soldier
by the end of that
Thirteen muthfuckin years!