Luyện nghe bài hát Onion Head

(Sean Price)
Bitch harm me, the swiss knife in my hand
Know that shit corny, but it can end the of ya fam
Niggaz know Sean nice the hands, watch me punch up your face
Dig in your pockets, leave you right where you
Gotta, dime that live in Japan
Black belts, suck dick, bricks with her hand
Arigato, Sean Price like el gato
Three piece in the booth, ain't shit cute
Might, off half your smile, go to court with a suit
Smack the half, after trial
the fifth, y'all niggaz plead the eighth
Don't leave your face up, now your knees is scraped, I'm buggin'
E-pills, mushrooms, and
Got that nigga Sean in the mood to bust
Sean P., the all time great
New York, the M.C. nigga, the all state

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From, coast to coast, he traveled the
Left footprints in of sand, it's
(Sean P) the soldier of force, the deliver
In his presence, holding for shiver
It's (Sean P), the six ' one, an even 200
help you if you double stacked up and blunted
It's (Sean P), under rated, best in the
Allow me to these onion heads, what's ya name (Sean P)

(Sean Price)
ain't as nice as me
And if they is, they wouldn't Sean
That's up for you, you should of been on
Rappin' again, punk rappers to grab up a pen
some ill shit, nigga, and let the madness begin
Rhymin' for dough, no money, pa, for dough
No partners, just P, I'm the show
Niggaz said I lost my image, I cut off my dreads
But I'm the nigga out duke, fuck what you said
Let it be known, ring embedded with stone
So when I punch you in the head, the shit'll dent up your
Niggaz runnin' up, askin' bout Rock, I send y'all to heaven
Motherfucker, ask God about
Ask about B.I.G., motherfucker ask Pun
Gangsta can't fight, so they rap about guns one

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