Luyện nghe bài hát Officer Down (Rick Ross Diss)

Too easy, man a motherfucker round you see me
You'd need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of
My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you
my valentine, I'm in a different lane
Strong as
Long as I'm sane I won't be for games
I can guarantee it's over you won't look the same
Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Man
Suicide on a platter, splatter brain, he banned
Understand, this ain't a obstacle comical

The shades you been blindin' you
Everyone what I'ma do
Everyone I'm lava, fool
Bet he come phenomenal
Deadly, ready for
Whoever want it can in too
Broken I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw
W-why would you f-fuck wit me, move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and
You need support, a couple
Beef out here nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable
Nightmares of P.O. you, flatline
Doctor pumpin' you, the blind see the punk in you
Girl in you, in you, I will kick thru all of you
Football wit you, soccer we see him, DDT him
him bleedin', we'll be even
Even thru and pleading
He be talkin' the weight he push
Use to punch the in jail, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got whatchu want for
See it, I bought it; official if I flaunt it
If ya diamonds real then put the diamond tester on it
He want it
I'll run up on his hit him proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two what I do
If you what I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be thru
He makin' money? Well we makin' too, whoopee doo
We'll be here long he disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so slippery...son is the
get me, I'm in the coupe
4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, of fruit CAKE
They don't want no problems they boots SHAKE
Tremble, terrified, now too LATE
There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble me
Entire families divided, ya hoe is my hobby
Ya sorry, probably the shit to try me
I be everywhere the be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy
Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin'
Peace to him,
Click, Pop pop pop, I'm
I'm too strong, you been
Quiet storm I perform
When I get on, I'm like big pac, hell
Word to mama, is bond
kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight
You superthug, I'm
Sleep wit me, ya just might
Same promotion, different
ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white
Drive the that bitches like, this is like
Practice, pay ya
'Fore you spit my name out
around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I a f-f-fuckem' ALL
when I bomb, I hit em' up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck,
Wont much a difference, this is child's play
battery ya'll way
Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they me crazy
High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're the NBA
Blaze when you want me stop, tough
Big macs for one you can eat, Pound for every pound you got
me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin' garment
Getcha pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded
I'm on another planet, fuck made him pick me to spar
We 2 niggas, that makes you a special target
In this market let impersonators walk 'round
50 bodied you, I laid the chalk down