Luyện nghe bài hát Not To Be Fucked With

Another small town cat with a dollar fetish
my first lesson in jail from a peasant
Always pleasant
to be present
Said he past due, shouldn't have in the essence
Streets is like your girl, treat it your wife
You can flirt around drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess around guns but death ain't right
Hold your breath, step, cause life ain't right
If you the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight
Styles hit the darkside, show them the
Life ended to the ice that m.c.'s
Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one
Tell oxygen he ain't in
He a little time nigga, I thinking of stopping him
up first, you stretch up worse than them
Been experts and done work than them
With no album, we net more than 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 crack sidewalks or the sewers
You got fly shit, but my shit
Is like the whole city fallin out the sky
tracks
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 call me
Y'all niggas never know the Stylez have
Some in the stash that would crack a cow's back
In a hundred pieces in ass, and how's that?
Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the
Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther

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

Do I have to break the walls
off the floor
I'm the dog, I start the war
Make every m.c. never spit
When I leave 'em
No guts, no chest, no brain, no
Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the train
I no pain
cocaine
Fuck black thugs that run through whole
Anytime that I it nigga, better listen
Blunt is the wand, I'm the magician
Stylez is the virus, no physician
With an that can stop my collision
Before you asking, I'm a start splashing
When I come through, like ten planes crashing
Twenty ships, of thugs, all of them is bastards
up, looking through binocs, about to crash in
What's the issue?
did official
Called Spielberg, cops get
So you can in the sky when feds come and get you
question is where nasa at?
We a hundred G's, can fly, when traffic bad
When we down on the
We plasmic
Telling you now you can't with dinero
Got a lot of space when it seem narrow
Sagittarius style, out arrows
Hundred at a time, killing a hundred

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