Luyện nghe bài hát Narcotic

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

MC behind the mic
You know I spit that
[Verse 1 -
You know these guns like
Youngin put to sleep
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 coke drought, double it chief, you with me
you gangsta?
Shit dormant or something
Cause you ain't nothing, letting 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 you know its beef all the time
Out your rabbit ass mind you know I mine
I know the rap's leaving nigga getting out of line (yeah)
If I catch homey the wrong way, Good-bye
Cut and
Then let your man cut in life
Evicting your ass out of your life (Get the outta here)
You just a broke ass nigga knowing you got it
Better get up off your ass and bump
repeat 2X]
That yo, that dope, (Narcotic)
That haze, dro, that (Narcotic)
Them pills, cognac (Narcotic)
Getting backed up off (Narcotic)

That's That's right
it out
Hey yo, Its
[Verse 2 -
I said
Come through busting the
Huffing and puffing the
Merck something for
I'm in my ways
Down for the murder and all so come our way
Down for the slaughter and to pull a kamikaze
Get nazi on niggaz like 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 my pimp cup down, I shoot peeps
And jewelry
Murder throughly
what color you flag
I'll blast through pagely
Get a warning me
Blood still drip
I don't death threats
I produce the bitch
Polka dot and holes through they headrest
They be dope, we give them a fix of this
[Chorus - Starting with haze...]
[Verse 3 - Havoc &
must got it confused
Talking he hitting me up
Sounding 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 nine slug will alter your mind for real
After that party like a home off a pill
You a ass nigga you can do what you feel
Can't the way a nigga eat his meal
We got bags full of that (Narcotic)
Smoke 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 millions when we was just kids
But now we 'bout to take this shit to new
GT Bentleys and new
We gotta O.D. and them say that shit is..
[Chorus - with That dope...]