Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

Yo I rose early mornin' spread my yawnin'
Vague memory of last night now all dawnin'
down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my guess farmer's enormous

I hopped up outta my bed my head
of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men
Bullets I had to drug my man behind a wall

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

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

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

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

Bear to this diligent street cat
I myself hold myself down in fact
This one to my niggaz on run
big gats go for your gun

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

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

You get your whole
Cracked ridiculous
Still fascinated by my
Little P be me, uh you no D

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

Yo, crushed grills, dollar bills, suit on
Screw on dry sell nigga his loot 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
Word to me Dunn, the do mean a lot
I approach lit up sit up matter of fact get up
What fuss on the bottom slit up

Yeah where you I'm from here
You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life doin' thirty
this wise guy a look alike first prize guy
Lit up the Thai right

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

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

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

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