Luyện nghe bài hát Onion Head

(Sean Price)
Bitch me, the swiss army knife in my hand
Know that shit corny, but it can end the of ya fam
Niggaz know Sean nice with the hands, watch me punch up your
Dig in your pockets, leave you right where you
Gotta, dime that live in Japan
Black belts, suck dick, chop with her hand
Arigato, Sean Price slick like el
Three piece in the booth, ain't shit cute
Might, off half your smile, go to court with a suit
Smack the other half, trial
Plead the fifth, niggaz plead the eighth
Don't leave your face fucked up, now your knees is scraped, I'm
E-pills, mushrooms, and
Got that nigga Sean Price in the mood to
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 footprints in of sand, it's
(Sean P) the soldier of force, the magnum
In his presence, holding for shiver
(Sean P), the six ' one, weighing an even 200
Lord help you if you double stacked up and
It's (Sean P), rated, best in the game
Allow me to tell these onion heads, what's ya (Sean P)

(Sean Price)
ain't as nice as me
And if they is, wouldn't been Sean
That's fucked up for you, you should of on
Rappin' again, rappers need to grab up a pen
Write some ill shit, nigga, and let the madness
Rhymin' for dough, no money, pa, for dough
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, what you said
Let it be known, gold ring embedded with
So when I punch you in the head, the shit'll dent up dome
runnin' up, askin' bout Rock, I send y'all wacks to heaven
Motherfucker, ask God about
Ask about B.I.G., ask about Pun
rappers can't fight, so they rap about guns one

(Chorus)