Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 7, bitch what's happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock stupid ass out
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, this deep talent.
muthafuckin years!
I what to do to knock your stupid ass out
bastard you 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 to the CONUS
Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no more of
Never leave you in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga in his thinkin his style sound some like mine
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 over your whole album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma keep
Keep duckin, keep findin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes comin to get you off me
is costly, stir that muthafucka like coffee, Hard to break, if it comes that 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 trying to it for the fuckin longest
Fuck the signing bonus, as you done it
When I done it, blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders down with me, clown me
Leave thirteen in muthafuckin chest and you can count em

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

3]
I hit the bitch BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce throw in the before I foul
How in the fuck you me right now
Told ass this year I'd be on top of the pile
my rap style is my hustle
I shot niggas up Muslims
We flex muscles
Use a, pretty cause it's most important
I form a that cut straight thru the frozen artic, I came from my welps, gave up my belt
I got off Big Boy records to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? right I did it
seen the little chir'en in the street singin 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 other shit to do from nine to five
My birthday came, and my died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with
This thats tragic can't be no more
Because of my I work at A&P no more
I drive my landcruiser off the show
Got the Bondaville sittin on Momo's
Comin with scheme, up in my
Who'd a thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of that
mammy muthfuckin years!