Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prepare to crush them we none
Man who down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparently you thought I was some type
Nigga you could fuck with you shit luck

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

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

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

Yo, crushed grills, bills, swiss suit 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 sit up matter of fact get up
What fuss on the face slit up

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

Emotionally playin' him 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 with the

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

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