Luyện nghe bài hát Not To Be Fucked With

Another small town cat with a million dollar
Learned my first lesson in jail from a
Always seem
to be present
Said he past due, shouldn't been in the essence
Streets is like girl, treat it like your wife
You can flirt around with drugs, but hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but ain't right
Hold your breath, next step, cause ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't
hit the darkside, show them the light
Life ended to the ice freezes m.c.'s
of the flame, burn 'em in one game
Tell he ain't hopping in
He a little time nigga, I ain't of stopping him
Catch up first, you stretch up than them
Been experts and done less than them
With no album, we net worth than them
These cats didn't think that the Lox do it
Got a hundred styles that will guide you through it
I'm the of this shit, I provide you fluid
Never crack sidewalks or the sewers
You got some fly shit, but my
Is like the whole fallin out the sky bitch
tracks
I'm the quiet ass
Quick to set it off on your fucking ass
Make six digits eight and cop a
Make every rapper sick and call me
Y'all never know what the Stylez have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a back
In a pieces in they ass, and how's that?
Never back, I'm the cancer on the track
Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink black

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Who's not to be fucked
me
Who's to be with?
That's
Why don't you watch my back I go ask them?
And if want beef later on I splash them
And if want to flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to them new or old fashion

Do I have to down the walls
off the floor
I'm the dog, I start the war
Make every m.c. never again
When I leave 'em
No guts, no chest, no brain, no
go broke, I'm a rob the folk train
I feel no
cocaine
Fuck black thugs run through whole gangs
Anytime that I want it nigga, better
is the magic wand, I'm the magician
Stylez is the virus, ain't no
With an that can stop my collision
Before you asking, I'm a start splashing
When I come through, it's like ten crashing
Twenty ships, of thugs, all of them is bastards
Mashed up, through binocs, about to crash in
the next issue?
Sheek did
Spielberg, cops get tissue
So you can rock in the sky when feds and get you
question is where nasa at?
We need a hundred G's, can fly, traffic bad
When we on the craps
We plasmic
you now you can't fuck with dinero
Got a lot of space when it seem real
Sagittarius style, spitting out
Hundred at a time, a hundred heroes

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