Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

Yo I rose early spread my wings yawnin'
memory of last night now it's all dawnin'
Look down and see dry all on my garment
It all my guess farmer's colored enormous

I hopped up outta my bed holdin' my
Flashbacks of gun shots past my head
I can an eight man brawl three men fall
flew I had to drug my man behind a wall

Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air
Directly at the cat that my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of
Is you man or mice thugs or the type

I kick the 98 shit for your to list
Nigga P where you headed time to pass kids
(What's the be doin' yo)
rhymes that's true lies

Let me break 'em down to size they air air time
After this you never go back to that which
Sit back an' half ass shit
The last official out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that shit some lethal

Mobb, remember the name it's been
That shook to death from the first fuckin' song
Fluidly my mind flooded jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in stuck on some live shit

Bear witness to this diligent cat
I carry myself hold myself in fact
This one dedicated to my on run
Holdin' big gats go for gun

Prepare to crush them we none
Man who ain't down with the
The Mobb dynasty apparently you thought I was other type
you could fuck with you shit outta luck

Boss I break compass throw you way off course
We buildin' from ground up startin' ground zero
Mafia on da see the name the mirror
Durable physically fit articulate

You get your whole
somethin' ridiculous
Still by my site
Little P be me, uh you no D

One time son you know we be the in this
the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to move back
The big mouth cat ship will to the bottom
Easily niggaz, rollin' over niggaz

Yo, crushed grills, dollar bills, swiss on
Screw on dry sell nigga with his on
Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin' out my shit
Diamond on some H and R Block

Hear me, gets Larry and his are shot
to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot
I approach lit up cousin sit up matter of get up
What fuss on the face slit up

Yeah where you from I'm from
You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin' years
Analyzin' this wise guy a look alike prize guy
Lit up the said right

playin' him close like I'm supposed to be
Somethin' spoke to me, it was this nigga pokin' me
I heard sirens now turn about to hit 'em
Son was pro nine the emblem

Grabbed my down the walkie-talkie
Foul I'm loose now shot went off the juice down
It ricocheted and hit a GS now comes EMS
Dunn was near a ZX next time shits parental
God slap fire out yer mental jet in a boat with to mental

One time son you know we be the in this
Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to back
The big cat ship will sink to the bottom
Easily niggaz, rollin' over niggaz

One time son you know we be the illest in
the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to move back
The big cat ship will sink to the bottom
Easily overthrowin' niggaz, over niggaz