Luyện nghe bài hát Not To Be Fucked With

Another small town cat with a million fetish
Learned my lesson in jail from a peasant
Always pleasant
Happy to be
Said he past due, have been in the essence
Streets is like girl, treat it like your wife
You can around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but ain't right
Hold your breath, next step, life ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph tight
Styles hit the darkside, them the light
Life 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 than them
Been experts and done work than them
With no album, we net worth more them
cats didn't think that the Lox could do it
Got a hundred different styles will guide you through it
I'm the ghost of this shit, I you fluid
Never sidewalks or ride the sewers
You got some fly shit, but my
Is like the city fallin out the sky bitch
Loud
I'm the quiet ass
Quick to set it off on your foul ass
Make six eight and cop a palace
Make every rapper sick and me malace
Y'all niggas never what the Stylez have
Some shit in the stash that would a cow's back
In a hundred in they ass, and how's that?
Never answer back, I'm the on the track
Just think, I could blink, and the Pink Panther black

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

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

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