Luyện nghe bài hát Offshore

[Verse 1: Ortiz]
They say the tongue is the weapon
All I hang around nowadays is verse
I knew these three niggas for years but when they get in that booth they make a first impression
Time and time again I just want them to thyme again on some fan
I to rock boom in the hoopty on the van whip with my man Zick, rest his soul
Before I had a clue what Joe was
I used to cop clues to hear what Joe would write
Mowi? Used to tell me, me and sounded so alike
An 07 XXL shoot, he came over like I'm Crook, I'm oh hi
Pleasure to meet you
Seven later I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the together
Back of that bus fucking together
Got home and up with our girls together
Homie is special
Y'all rescued me from special forces home forced to wear a 38 special
Cause of 'em jam ya'
Summer jam was cool but we in Japan
I dont y'all niggas truly understand
I to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man
Get drunk and pop shit running the can
a whole lot to look forward to
Papi I was going
What any other nigga in my hood was going through
The G I know it's true
You throw at every one of them niggas before they at you
Back then I thought that me real
Listening to myself now that shit just me chills man
Cause missed this bus
I mean this private jet no middle seat it's just us shiit'
All of this I can spit
It's crazy how this get you can say that shit
For the haters being a bitch like he making no cream
I bought my lady a whip without a radio hit, bitch
I'd rather talk to you
Cause really it be on the way I'm off in (offing) you niggas feel me
And lets just leave it at
if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that bring me your medulla in containers
Please be on your cool behavior
And lets leave it at that
I know I said that shit
But I'm trying to yall from a war

[Interlude: I]
Yeah you know how you got a
I got a God
Attie May Johnson man I just got the phone call that she-
She passed away man what I'm saying
She went to the other
Attie May I still got that brute cologne you bought for me for my
I love you let me

[Verse 2: I]
I was opening up a can of putting ketchup on fake meat
Still thankful though cause so many hungry I ate sleep
Talking to my cousin before I dropped him off in grape
He said crook who we gotta to get you a Dre beat
Cause I don't see you on this ratchet shit these niggas is on
And how come niggas don't up the phone for you to get on a song
I said probably cause ima' pick 'em apart as as I get in the zone
And I didn't condone dick riding so I did it alone
Industry don't a real nigga to creep in fuck it ima' sneak in
And going back to that book store I used to sleep in
My let me stay on Saturday and Sunday I used to be homeless like the weekend
Same three outfits switching them shits the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows drinking I'm sinking in the deep end
myself a promise ima' be the one in the end
With these bars ima' clean 'em up with the pen
Then my problems gonna be and solved
They finally let me in the door now I hope it revolves
Let me out of this mother fucker too many ass bitch ass
Kiss ass punk ass buster ass fuck ass
Faggots playing the salami
This is a snake business my and I ain't the swami n'aw
This is crooked remember I rap circles your favourite MC
While calling George Zimmerman a on cable tv
In racially profile hoodie using BETs cypher to push my agenda
I'm Dominick Wickliffe, I'm son
Even he wore a condom I busted through it I can't forget where I came from
I hearing that there's real niggas in the game alright name some
All I is raps a circus
Your reaching again y'all your skin y'all bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of facial features are thin
You're turning to pop you maggots singing again
Just your finger and spin
What the fuck you for
And mother fuck a just hand them bitches to Macklemore
I don't you to tell me that I'm more gifted then a Capricorn
Born before Christmas get it on some nonsense
And I'm the type to laugh as I hear about Donald Sterling's bitch choking on Magic's Johnson

[Verse 3: Da 5'9"]
(Let me get 'em Crook)
I'm cool calm collective
I'm from coupons with a true mom with infectious views
Number one with you honour and respect the
I'm feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes
It's like I'm standing on a stool
'cept im standing with the wrecking crew
We can turn the tables if we could just these records move
I know I know it's easier said then done but until the day that I'm done and
be remembered by more shit being done then said
Listening to rap you gon' hear told
But not from me and not on this this one out to every bloggin' columnist around the globe
I my rhyme flow solidified in time so
I get on my grind bro
I'm thankful for the success that I have with Em' but honestly he could've sold more records than on his own in a blind fold
And all I'm picturing is my daddy with his folded
And looking at me with that like that's cool but get your own
breeds success when it's spoke on
Then Patron comes play then it's postponed
For whatever reason Shady still believes in us
And whatever they see in us Interscope
Comments being made like niggas old and pathetic
Now how many times we proved niggas wrong
And how niggas you think gon' come out of them offices
And try to show up when we up some are gon' even try to take the credit
we was doing the album the Justice League manager was like
Them niggas album ain't never coming out them don't even like each other
Well the Justice League manager
I would tell you to tell him I said it but talk behind backs is for
Bitches niggas and punks
I don't know it all I know how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks
I'm a fucking warrior I'm a true survivor of having at your door step, drama in your foyer
That's probably why I looked at bottle like that's euphoria
When you an addict nobody gotta ask if you wanna' that habit will actually ask you for ya'
And destroy ya'
Take it from a G they call me a survivor
Cause my done floated on to the crossroads for change more than coal for drivers
I made my oldest a
To keep my off the net and stay devoted to his Mama

[Verse 4: Joe
(Let me get 'em Nickle)
me what if this is big as I'm supposed to be
I'd hate for to get confirmed don't take the hope from me
Cause a deep threat
I mean I'd like to think that I ain't take a peek at my yet I got my feet wet
In '98 they said I was close to my bed
and fluid on my cig' it was a meth head
Was hard back then ain't have a car then
Still in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the head
B.I.G.'s Suicidal was getting him through
took my life had id've known who I was giving in to
Mama screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this
In retrospect hidden jewel it helped me get in this
Now my notoriety how incognito I try to be
Even make my bitches keep it low they on Nayeli
I don't trust of these hoes
Sad part is I'm such a tortured soul I had that thought I proposed
Suited up in my hand while in my head I'm saying fuck this bitch
Makes sense that she was thinking even of me
Got in my youth when the first one got the best of me
When she said she'd never leave then she left fuck y'all of me
That resentment only had me fucking different different weeks
But most of them was bad made it bitter sweet
Those are pains call it paying dues
She killed a nigga then birthed one all with the same
We could hit the spot and do a dinner
But thanks to my baby mother i'll anywhere but in her
Cause a baby for her is just a i'll be stuck with
what gives so n'aw I ain't arrogant but my nut is
I'm scarred years ago I'm still effected
If she suck and a swallow then she'll get high it's pill
500 proof with addict deficiencies
But accent in my son another owed to
Ugh' looking at all my life's
Just trying to the fat provide the lipo'
Two words for my enemies die
Full time we do this with our eyes closed

[Outro: Joe
Word up man one more for the half wits and the simpletons
It go two for my enemies die slow
Full time fuck it
La slaughter, La
Ya' know I mean
No matter what we ride, so lets