Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bear witness to diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself down in
This one dedicated to my on run
big gats go for your gun

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

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

You get your whole
Cracked somethin'
Still fascinated by my
P wanna be me, uh you no D

One time son you know we be the illest in
Push the shit back, QBC gat, 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 with his loot on
Watch this, gun glock less, scopin' out my rock shit
Diamond on some H and R Block

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

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

Emotionally playin' him like I'm supposed to be
Somethin' spoke to me, it was this little nigga me
I heard sirens now 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 the juice down
It ricocheted and hit a GS now here EMS
Dunn was leanin' near a ZX next time parental
God fire out yer mental jet in a boat with rims to mental

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

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