Luyện nghe bài hát Narcotic

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

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

That's right right
it out
Hey yo, Its
[Verse 2 -
Like I
Come through the gauge
Huffing and puffing the
Merck for real
I'm stuck in my
Down for the murder and all that so our way
Down for the slaughter and down to a kamikaze
Get nazi on niggaz Wiley did to grandpapi
You'll mistake me for a how I smack beef for lunch
The is all a movie
You selling wolf tickets, I'm guns loosely
I'm not paranoid, I'm very
Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down, I peeps
And snatch
braids throughly
Fuck color you flag
I'll blast your pagely
Get a warning me
Blood still gotta
I don't death threats
I the source bitch
Polka dot skulls and holes through headrest
They wanna be dope, we give a fix of this
[Chorus - with That haze...]
[Verse 3 - Havoc &
must got it confused
Talking about he me up
Sounding like he sniffing stuff
his jib
War with Hav' is like a mirror
Homey it's on for life, fuck what you hear about seven years
My nine 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 knock the way a eat his meal
We got bags full of that (Narcotic)
Smoke the sun splash concert
It's chronic how we kill these beats and run these of death
Now finally, we our paper, yes
We our first millions when we was just kids
But now we 'bout to take this to new brackets
GT Bentleys and new
We gotta O.D. and make them say shit is..
[Chorus - with That dope...]