Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

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

I hopped up my bed holdin' my head
Flashbacks of gun shots past my head
I can an eight man brawl three men fall
Bullets I had to drug my man behind a wall

Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs air mail
at the cat that made my man blood 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 ears to
Nigga P where you headed it's time to kids
(What's the be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's lies

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

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

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

Prepare to crush them we trust
Man who ain't down with the
The Mobb apparently you thought I was some other type
Nigga you fuck with you shit outta luck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my goose down the walkie-talkie
Foul I'm loose now shot went off the juice down
It ricocheted and hit a GS now comes EMS
Dunn was leanin' near a ZX next time shits
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 will sink to the
Easily overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' over

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