Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

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

I up outta my bed holdin' my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot my head
I can recall an man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to my man behind a wall

Left a wet trail, delivered slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man spill
An eye for an eye you my science of life
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 kids be yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true

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

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

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

to crush them we trust none
Man who ain't down the clan
The dynasty apparently you thought I was some other type
Nigga you could fuck with you outta luck

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

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

One son you know we be the illest in this
the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to move back
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 with his on
Watch this, gun glock less, fiends scopin' out my shit
on some H and R Block shit

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

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

Emotionally playin' him close I'm supposed to be
Somethin' spoke to me, it was this little pokin' me
I heard sirens now turn around 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 ricocheted and hit a GS now here EMS
Dunn was leanin' near a ZX next shits parental
God slap out yer mental jet in a boat with rims to mental

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
overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' over niggaz

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