Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

Yo I rose early mornin' spread my wings
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 hopped up outta my bed my head
of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl men fall
Bullets flew I had to my man behind a wall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grabbed my goose the walkie-talkie
Foul I'm loose now shot went off knocked the down
It and hit a GS now here comes EMS
was leanin' near 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 in this
Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin' to back
The big cat ship will sink to the bottom
overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' over niggaz

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