Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

Yo I rose early mornin' spread my yawnin'
Vague memory of last night now it's all
Look down and see dry blood all on my
It all my guess 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 drug my man behind a

Left a wet trail, delivered these like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man blood
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 to pass kids
(What's the kids be yo)
rhymes 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 an' write half ass shit
The last takin' out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that with some lethal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

me, gets Larry 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 know and Javier, and Little Life doin' thirty years
this wise guy a look alike first prize guy
Lit up the Thai said

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

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

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

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