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.
Thirteen years!
This ain't no fluke, pure deep talent.
muthafuckin years!
I know what to do to knock your ass out
you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen years!
1]
Ahhh Beware, of the microphone I'm
I'll keep rappin until I hoarse or
Thirteen years and
Bringin the to the CONUS
Gettin of this, niggas don't want no more of this
Never leave you alone in life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga in his mouth thinkin his style sound some like
Mad you screamin "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 fuckin over your album
Who my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma climbing
Keep duckin, I'ma keep
Keepin heat seekin rhymes to get you bitches off me
is costly, stir that muthafucka like coffee, Hard to break, if it comes that way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin years to make a demo tape
But that don't that my rhymes one of the strongest
All man I been trying to make it for the longest
Fuck the signing bonus, as you done it
When I done it, gettin blunted to run this bitch
Takin them riders down with me, 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 burn matches
than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the in December
Shimber me timbers, I been writin as far back as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, move key
It was Djs and sucka MCs
Handle your buisness in this industry of
Or be at F.W. washin dishes
Bitch I was to write million dollar rhymes
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 real in the basement
I had big ol' nigga tracks, like pavement
To come from New Orleans 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 back
No more rips in my jeans and my cream
Ain't shit unlucky about my number

3]
I hit the like BOOM! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce throw in the towel I foul
How in the you like me right now
Told ass this year I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my
I niggas up like Muslims
We like muscles
Use a, pretty delievery cause it's important
I form a style that cut straight 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? Fuckin 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 five hundred dollars, I quit both of my jobs
em, got some other shit to do from nine to five
My birthday came, and my sister
But next year, Mystikal signed a a million dollar deal with Jive
shit thats tragic can't be no more
Because of my rings I work at A&P no
I drive my landcruiser off the floor
Got the Bondaville paid on Momo's
Comin with scheme, up in my
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit
by the end of thirteen
Thirteen mammy years!