Luyện nghe bài hát Not To Be Fucked With

Another small town cat with a million fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a
Always seem
Happy to be
Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the
Streets is like your girl, treat it like your
You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the
You can around with guns but death ain't right
Hold breath, next step, cause life ain't right
If you the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight
Styles hit the darkside, show the light
ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one
oxygen he ain't hopping in
He a little time nigga, I ain't of stopping him
Catch up first, you stretch up worse than
Been experts and less work than them
With no album, we net worth more than
cats didn't think that the Lox could do it
Got a different styles that will guide you through it
I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you
Never crack sidewalks or ride the
You got some fly shit, but my
Is like the whole city fallin out the sky
Loud
I'm the loud ass
Quick to set it off on fucking foul ass
Make six digits and cop a palace
Make rapper sick and call me malace
Y'all niggas never know the Stylez have
Some shit in the stash that would a cow's back
In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's
Never back, I'm the cancer on the track
Just think, I could blink, and make the Panther black

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

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

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