Luyện nghe bài hát Narcotic

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Yeah let me that son
Yeah that's Mobb shit right there

MC the mic nigga
You know I spit fire
1 - Havoc]
You know guns like Narcotics
Youngin put them to
me the broom
The way my shorty sweeping thing off of the street
And any little thing pussy to me
Like ki's in a drought, double it chief, you fucking with me
Said you
Shit laying dormant or
Cause you ain't killing nothing, nothing die (Not at all)
You same old nigga getting fucked in your mind
By that raggedy ass bitch that you a dime
And when it comes to the Mobb you know its beef all the
Out your rabbit ass mind you I clap-clap-clap mine
I know the leaving nigga crooked getting out of line (yeah)
If I catch homey the wrong way, Good-bye
Cut and
let your man cut in your life
Evicting your ass out of your life (Get the outta here)
You just a ass nigga knowing you don't got it
get up off your ass and bump that
[Chorus: 2X]
That yo, that dope, (Narcotic)
That haze, dro, that (Narcotic)
pills, that cognac (Narcotic)
Getting backed up off (Narcotic)

That's right right
it out
Hey yo, Its
2 - Prodigy]
Like I
Come busting the gauge
Huffing and the haze
something for real
I'm in my ways
for the murder and all that so come our way
Down for the slaughter and down to a kamikaze
Get nazi on like Wiley did to grandpapi
You'll mistake me for a beast how I smack beef for
The drama is all a
You selling wolf tickets, I'm using guns
I'm not paranoid, I'm very
Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down, I peeps
And snatch
braids throughly
Fuck what color you
I'll blast your pagely
Get a from me
Blood gotta drip
I don't death threats
I produce the source
Polka dot skulls and holes through headrest
wanna be dope, we give them a fix of this
[Chorus - Starting with haze...]
[Verse 3 - & Prodigy]
must got it confused
Talking about he me up
Sounding he sniffing that stuff
his jib
War with Hav' is like a mirror
Homey on for life, fuck what you hear about these seven years
My nine slug will alter mind state for real
After that like a nigga home off a pill
You a grown ass you can do what you feel
Can't the way a nigga eat his meal
We got garbage bags full of (Narcotic)
like the sun splash concert
It's chronic how we these beats and run these streets of death
Now finally, we our paper, yes
We touched our first millions when we was kids
But now we 'bout to take this shit to new
GT and new Benz's
We gotta O.D. and make them say shit is..
[Chorus - Starting That dope...]