Luyện nghe bài hát Onion Head

(Sean Price)
Bitch harm me, the army knife in my hand
Know that corny, but it can end the life of ya fam
Niggaz know Sean nice with the hands, watch me up your face
Dig in your pockets, leave you right you stand
Gotta, dime bitch that live in
Black belts, dick, chop bricks with her hand
Arigato, Sean Price slick el gato
Three piece suit in the booth, ain't shit
Might, smack off half your smile, go to with a suit
Smack the half, after trial
Plead the fifth, y'all niggaz plead the
Don't leave your face fucked up, now your knees is scraped, I'm
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 rhyme

(Chorus: Tek (Sean Price))
From, to coast, he traveled the land
Left in grains of sand, it's
(Sean P) the soldier of force, the deliver
In his presence, holding rappers for
(Sean P), the six ' one, weighing an even 200
Lord help you if you double up and blunted
It's (Sean P), under rated, best in the
Allow me to tell these onion heads, ya name (Sean P)

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

(Chorus)