Luyện nghe bài hát Not To Be Fucked With

Another small cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a
Always seem
to be present
Said he past due, shouldn't have in the essence
Streets is like your girl, treat it like your
You can around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess with guns but death ain't right
Hold your breath, next step, cause ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph tight
Styles hit the darkside, show the light
Life ended to the ice that m.c.'s
Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one
oxygen he ain't hopping in
He a time nigga, I ain't thinking of stopping him
Catch up first, you stretch up than them
experts and done less work than them
With no album, we net more than them
These cats didn't think that the Lox do it
Got a hundred different styles that will you through it
I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you
crack sidewalks or ride the sewers
You got some fly shit, but my
Is like the whole city out the sky bitch
Loud
I'm the quiet ass
Quick to set it off on fucking foul ass
six digits eight and cop a palace
Make every rapper sick and me malace
Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez
Some shit in the stash that would a cow's back
In a pieces in they ass, and how's that?
Never 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 with?
me
Who's to be fucked
them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask
And if want beef later on I splash them
And if they want to flow, now I thrash them
Should I give it to new style or old fashion

Do I have to down the walls
Stay off the
I'm the general dog, I the war
Make every m.c. never spit
I leave 'em empty
No guts, no chest, no brain, no
Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk
I no pain
Steal
Fuck thugs that run through whole gangs
Anytime that I want it nigga, better
Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the
is the virus, ain't no physician
With an that can stop my collision
Before you start asking, I'm a splashing
When I come through, it's like ten crashing
Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is
Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to in
What's the next
Sheek did
Called Spielberg, cops get
So you can in the sky when feds come and get you
Next question is nasa at?
We need a hundred G's, can fly, traffic bad
When we on the craps
We gats
Telling you now you can't fuck with
Got a lot of space it seem real narrow
Sagittarius style, spitting out
at a time, killing a hundred heroes

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