Luyện nghe bài hát Not To Be Fucked With

Another small town cat with a dollar fetish
Learned my first in jail from a peasant
seem pleasant
Happy to be
he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence
Streets is like your girl, it like your wife
You can flirt with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but death ain't
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 them the
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 thinking of stopping him
Catch up first, you stretch up worse than
experts and done less work than them
With no album, we net more than them
These cats didn't think the Lox could do it
Got a hundred different styles that will you through it
I'm the ghost of shit, I provide you fluid
Never crack sidewalks or the sewers
You got fly shit, but my shit
Is like the city fallin out the sky bitch
Loud
I'm the loud ass
Quick to set it off on your fucking ass
Make six digits eight and cop a
Make every sick and call me malace
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?
answer back, I'm the cancer on the track
Just think, I blink, and make 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 my back while I go ask them?
And if they want beef later on I splash
And if they to flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to new style or old fashion

Do I to break down the walls
Stay off the
I'm the dog, I start the war
Make every m.c. never again
I leave 'em empty
No guts, no chest, no brain, no
Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the train
I feel no
Steal
black thugs that run through whole gangs
Anytime that I it nigga, better listen
is the magic wand, I'm the magician
Stylez is the virus, ain't no
With an anecdote that can my collision
Before you asking, I'm a start 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?
Sheek did
Spielberg, cops get tissue
So you can in the sky when feds come 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
Telling you now you can't with dinero
Got a lot of space it seem real narrow
Sagittarius style, spitting out
Hundred at a time, killing a heroes

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