Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

Yo, now when you hear the Keith Murray, don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth put that to
I'm a product of the streets, master of the and beats
headstrong and can't be beat

Triple minded, mentally combineded pirate
tyrant, always comin' sideways
And turvy, lyrical crash-up derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, gritty dirty

Lyrical sayin' MC slayin', Hop Quotable'
Unquotable, sociable thirty-eight caliber style
Open your mind to what I'm sayin'
The products of the streets don't be

It's a bloody like a dirty douche in ya tush
When I push, up in ya bush
Superstar status, break off beats, the
Style's the baddest, bring extra to stop the madness

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, up the pace
(Now up?)
Gyrate, feel the
(Now up?)
What the deal,
(Now up?)

Aiyyo we ain't fair no more, there's somethin' new in store
A Hot Boy but not the 504
New to rock the mic
Lyrical 'Blade' like Wesley and N'Bushe Wright

could be a catastrophe
When blast off, Flex blast off me
E-vincible, rap round your ventricle
So let's be

E temperamental, quick to you
that 'November' you
They they can do what I can do
If you switch brains, you would, wouldn't you?

My is Mike, Vince, Earvin
Jordan, Carter, Julius,
MC's at will, I'm trickery, Lou stickin' me
A curve ball, Mark ain't me

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, up the pace
(Now up?)
Gyrate, the bass
(Now up?)
Yo, what the deal,
(Now up?)

Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy
Put the headphones on your kid like Castor son
Darts'll damage ya dogs where the U-Haul in my
The camera installed, hand my balls

Call the morgue, I'm killin' 'em, Kyle is not feelin' 'em
When I 'em with skills of ten Eminems
You feminine, don't call my name
I stay locked down with a ball and chain

Put the mac where you tongue at, I done
These young cats'll get and sent where Big Pun at
Smoke so much, the doc asked where my at
I took it out to my gun, son run that

Pop shit, I pop mega clips
Fuck a system, I keep the heat your Sega sit
Then I bang the controller the game say, "Over"
In the Bricks, stick ya when ya plane lays over

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, pick up the
(Now up?)
Gyrate, feel the
(Now up?)
the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

Yo, y'all know me, and addicts add it, at it
addict snake biter, I the, at it
'Cause I'm a little at it
In the Ac' the aircraft and then leave inactive

My alter-ego niggaz alter their egos
I flow and turn the coast to one big creep show
South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol
Pistol changin', pistol

I lift metal Lithuanians
Two nail me Sy Scott rap's new insanian
It's humane, punish ya
'Til no skeletal remains remain remain mainly

To bitten man made disease that's by man
Crackin' the DNA to see how God made man
I storm the mainland, scare MC's slave hands
Put microchips in wristbands and make 'em rain dance

Lay like Mike Strahand
Puttin' ya and hands in Ace bands
Tryin' to lift than ya waistband

I travel every shinin' sea, sea and to finally see
When niggaz in the error era wherever, forever no error
Easily cut niggaz careers down ever
forever and ever, don't you ever
Fuck with Sy, Khi and Erick when we come together,