Luyện nghe bài hát Nighttime Vultures

Yo I rose mornin' spread my wings yawnin'
Vague of last night now it's all dawnin'
Look down and see dry blood all on my
It stained all my guess farmer's 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 a wall

Left a wet trail, these slugs 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 or the cowardly type

I kick the 98 shit for your to list
Nigga P where you headed it's to pass kids
(What's the kids be yo)
Kickin' rhymes true lies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, rollin' niggaz

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

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

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

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

Grabbed my goose down the
Foul I'm loose now went off knocked the juice down
It ricocheted and hit a GS now here EMS
Dunn was near a ZX next time shits 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, plottin' to back
The big mouth cat ship will to the bottom
Easily overthrowin' niggaz, rollin' niggaz

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