Luyện nghe bài hát Mystikal 13 Years

19 nigga 7, bitch happenin?

Thirteen years!
I know what to do to knock stupid ass out
bastard you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
This ain't no fluke, this deep talent.
muthafuckin years!
I know what to do to knock your ass out
bastard you no challenge.
muthafuckin years!
1]
Ahhh Beware, of the microphone I'm
I'll keep until I hoarse or swollen
Thirteen and rollin
the coldest to the CONUS
Gettin part of this, niggas want no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and rhymes
Slap a nigga in his mouth thinkin his style sound some 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
be known for fuckin over your whole album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma keep
duckin, I'ma keep findin
Keepin heat 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 don't mean that my rhymes one of the
All man I trying to make it for the fuckin longest
Fuck the bonus, long as you done it
When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this
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, leave MCs in closed
Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut like
Tight as ratchets, and burn matches
Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy
Droppin the temperature in December
Shimber me timbers, I been writin raps as far as I can remember
them rocks, everybody move key
It was ghetto Djs and MCs
your buisness in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. Wolworth dishes
Bitch I was born to write million dollar
in the hallways of Cohen 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 Orleans made it hard to
That's when I got discouraged and joined the
Pissed off! and I before
I went to war and served federal time before I made it back
No more rips in my jeans and gettin my
Ain't shit unlucky my number thirteen

3]
I hit the bitch BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce throw in the towel before I
How in the fuck you me right now
Told your ass year I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap is my hustle
I shot up like Muslims
We flex muscles
Use a, pretty delievery cause it's most
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
Shoulda the little chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That 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 some other to do from nine to five
My birthday came, and my died
But next year, Mystikal signed a a million dollar deal 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 show
Got the Bondaville paid on Momo's
with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of thirteen
mammy muthfuckin years!