Luyện nghe bài hát Not To Be Fucked With

Another town cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in from a peasant
Always pleasant
to be present
Said he due, shouldn't have been in the essence
Streets is like your girl, treat it like wife
You can flirt around with drugs, but hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but death right
Hold your breath, next step, life ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't
Styles hit the darkside, them the light
Life to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
Friend of the flame, 'em in one game
Tell oxygen he ain't in
He a little time nigga, I ain't of stopping him
Catch up first, you stretch up worse than
Been experts and done less work them
no album, we net worth more than them
These cats didn't think the Lox could do it
Got a different styles that will guide you through it
I'm the of this shit, I provide you fluid
Never sidewalks or ride the sewers
You got some fly shit, but my
Is like the city fallin out the sky bitch
tracks
I'm the loud ass
Quick to set it off on fucking foul ass
Make six digits eight and cop a
Make rapper sick and call me malace
Y'all niggas never know the Stylez have
Some shit in the stash that crack 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
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 them
Should I give it to new style or old fashion

Do I have to break down the
off the floor
I'm the general dog, I the war
Make every m.c. never again
I leave 'em empty
No guts, no chest, no brain, no
go broke, I'm a rob the folk train
I feel no
Steal
black thugs that run through whole gangs
Anytime that I want it nigga, 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 through, it's like ten planes crashing
ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards
Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to in
What's the issue?
Sheek did
Spielberg, cops get tissue
So you can rock in the sky feds come and get you
Next is where nasa at?
We a hundred G's, can fly, when traffic bad
When we on the craps
We gats
you now you can't fuck with dinero
Got a lot of space it seem real narrow
Sagittarius style, out arrows
at a time, killing a hundred heroes

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