Luyện nghe bài hát Parental Discretion

Aiyyo, I'm hard to to
If you live, I probably you stalked you
you walked to at night
Caught you then to extort you

New York niggaz is trigger happy, got scared
This ain't big enough
For both of us and I ain't nowhere

There it is, plain and
Like Jigga, my game is
While slow niggaz know
I blow brains out they temples

I'm into black torture
Romantic author, compatible with
The average New Yorker, a fast
Like Tony, gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
Out for the cash and the

Smash the coca, bottle it up the fiends, gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the
I don't give a anymore
I'm only twenty-four old

And already broken every law
I'm horror core, is for the heads
Runnin' up in crib
Knot if you still hot in the bed

Yo, parental advised, please cover your eyes
kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this no Bugs Bunny
girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Hey yo, my shit's the truth, 150 proof, no
Parental discretion advised, out the eyes of the youth
too explicit, bullshit, I challenge the statistics
Violence existed before our music was even

on sight, it's like there's no rights
That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to
I fight the power the power the 90 percent
Keep 10 and feed twin, half for reasons

The change, things rearrange, but I stay the same
Play the game for the wealth until I've myself a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey
For the chance to do it my way like Sinatra

I ain't a so it's all facts, strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours in all black
with the ski mask, or the pantyhose cameos
in liquor store with the twin Calico's

Yo, parental discretion advised, please your eyes
Little kids, get out of here, this shits is
Drugs and money, this no Bugs Bunny
girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Yo, parental discretion advised, please your eyes
Little kids, get out of here, shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs
Little girls too, ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

So forget the boom, one look, you shook, you I'm stickin' you
Liftin' you off the ground, look down, that's where I'm you
in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
Havin' the enemy be the last thing you ever

The recipe is death and I'm the chef, fricaseein' your
Be my guest, but I cleanin' the mess
Me and TS, we niggaz faith, just to see they face
Expression when to States, that death be in the case

I'm in the of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face
Couldn't us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paint the wake they ain't get me yet, wet me
Or reflect me yet, I know they comin' just tryin' to let me sweat

I wreck it when I was just a boy, eatin' chips, ahoy
Wasn't allowed to raise my voice, now I'm makin'
No toys, strictly Mac's and missiles, shorties with forties
Packin' pistols bodies

Make sure get you
So say, I pray there's a better way
My kids don't do as I do, do as I say
'Cause daddy play

Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your
Little kids, get out of here, this is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bugs
Little girls too, this for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Yo, parental advised, please cover your eyes
kids, get out of here, this shits is homicide
Drugs and money, this ain't no Bunny
girls too, this ain't for you, it's for the thugs, honey

Word is bond, one thing about MC's is
We don't conceal the truth, we real pictures
the positive and the negative, so don't blame
The hip-hop when your seed is learnin' the real life us

Do your duty at home and your child in the house
Parents, you don't do your job we
Put children to bed at nine o'clock
Past your bedtime, you get ass in bed

You 'posed to be hearin' this shit
Word up, punishment
By the and Busta Rhymes, hah
Terror squad, Flipmode niggaz