Luyện nghe bài hát Narcotic

on
Yeah let me touch son
Yeah that's that Mobb shit right

MC the mic nigga
You know I that fire
1 - Havoc]
You know these guns like
Youngin put them to
Call me the
The way my shorty sweeping every thing off of the
And any little thing y'all to me
Like ki's in a drought, double it chief, you fucking with me
you gangsta?
Shit dormant or something
you ain't killing nothing, letting nothing die (Not at all)
You that same old nigga getting fucked in your
By that ass bitch that you call a dime
And when it to the Mobb you know its beef all the time
Out your rabbit ass mind you I clap-clap-clap mine
I know the rap's leaving nigga getting out of line (yeah)
If I catch homey looking the wrong way,
Cut and
Then let man cut in your life
your ass out of your life (Get the fuck outta here)
You just a broke ass nigga knowing you got it
get up off your ass and bump that
[Chorus: 2X]
yo, that dope, that (Narcotic)
That haze, dro, that (Narcotic)
Them pills, that (Narcotic)
Getting up off that (Narcotic)

That's right That's
it out
Hey yo, Its
[Verse 2 -
I said
Come busting the gauge
Huffing and the haze
something for real
I'm stuck in my
for the murder and all that so come our way
Down for the and down to pull a kamikaze
Get on niggaz like Wiley did to grandpapi
You'll me for a beast how I smack beef for lunch
The drama is all a
You selling tickets, I'm using guns loosely
I'm not paranoid, I'm truly
Dangerous, you my pimp cup down, I shoot peeps
And snatch
Murder throughly
Fuck what color you
blast through your pagely
Get a warning me
Blood still drip
I don't death threats
I the source bitch
Polka dot and holes through they headrest
They be dope, we give them a fix of this
[Chorus - with That haze...]
[Verse 3 - & Prodigy]
Homey got it confused
Talking he hitting me up
like he sniffing that stuff
his jib
War with Hav' is breaking a mirror
Homey on for life, fuck what you hear about these seven years
My slug will alter your mind state for real
After that party like a 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)
Smoke like the sun concert
It's chronic how we kill beats and run these streets of death
Now finally, we our paper, yes
We touched our first when we was just kids
But now we 'bout to take shit to new brackets
GT and new Benz's
We O.D. and make them say that shit is..
- Starting with That dope...]