Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

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

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

Left a wet trail, delivered slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man blood
An eye for an eye you know my of life
Is you man or thugs 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)
Kickin' rhymes that's true

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, crushed grills, bills, swiss suit on
Screw on dry nigga with his loot on
Watch this, gun less, fiends scopin' out my rock shit
Diamond on H and R Block shit

Hear me, gets Larry and his 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 from I'm here
You know Brina and Javier, and Little Life thirty years
this wise guy a look alike first prize guy
Lit up the said right

Emotionally playin' him like I'm supposed to be
Somethin' to me, it was this little nigga pokin' me
I heard sirens now around about to hit 'em
Son was pro nine with the

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

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