Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

Yo I early mornin' spread my wings yawnin'
Vague of last night 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
of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl men fall
Bullets I had to drug my man behind a wall

Left a wet trail, delivered these like air mail
at the cat that 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 you headed it's time to pass kids
(What's the be doin' yo)
rhymes that's true lies

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

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

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

Prepare to crush them we none
Man who ain't down with the
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 ground up startin' from ground
Mafia on da see the name the mirror
Durable physically fit articulate

You get whole skeleton
Cracked ridiculous
Still by my site
P wanna 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 will sink to the bottom
overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' over niggaz

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

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

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

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

my goose 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 time 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 back, QBC gat, plottin' to move back
The big mouth cat ship will sink to the
Easily overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' over

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