Luyện nghe bài hát Onion Head

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

(Chorus: Tek (Sean Price))
From, coast to coast, he traveled the
footprints in grains of sand, it's
(Sean P) the soldier of force, the magnum
In his presence, holding for shiver
It's (Sean P), the six ' one, 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, they been Sean
fucked up for you, you should of been on
Rappin' again, rappers need to grab up a pen
Write ill shit, nigga, and let the madness begin
Rhymin' for dough, no money, pa, for dough
No partners, just P, I'm lightin' the
Niggaz said I lost my image, I cut off my dreads
But I'm the nicest 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 dome
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 rappers can't fight, so they rap about one

(Chorus)