Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bear to this diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself 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 dynasty apparently you thought I was some other
Nigga you could fuck you shit outta luck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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