Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Jab

Yo up man
Word up man, it's a lot of out there
Niggaz gats and all that shit
I know we force, and all of that
We run with o.g.c.'s n
We'll your ass up too, word up
Bummy jab, mr. perfect, equals jab
is bond

This shit's played, like jordache and sassoon
Sue me it's time, that y'all ass out like
Or me no drawers on, the way my pants droop, bang
To your equilibrium, physically dismantled

Batten down the hatches, I mastered this I crafted
Beyond sight, comin out fights no scratches
taxes, knock the world off it's axis
Supreme mean the level, you can't pass this

We'll tell them this, heat-seekin fist'll never miss
On impact, set to knock shit out the
Punk who step to this, my ring got ice you can some
For your glass jaw, bloody mary's that bad son
Jab's a one man riot starter, tell your dad to
When I get to snuffin bwoy wish you had a gun
Havin fun yet? mr. perfect's the one who who
Get hurt next, all of you ?

You got nowhere to run ta, i'ma like a fonzo
you like fonta, leave you in mourning like alonzo
Comin for your head honcho, he in my range, ain't nuttin changed
If you can't stand the you better wear a poncho
Run your crew pronto, crush you like nachoes
Yeah you act macho but you still run from the cops
Supreme is not your, type of guy
When I get hyper, I burn that ass all types of lye

Alright alright alright, I'm not the best, but I'm one of em
See wack cats, think they nice, we make fun of em

Cause we em, back to they blocks for reinforcement
I stay flossin, you bring your crew I the four-fifths

Known to jab, cause I like a rook straight at cha
And drop mad with one punch, usually that one
to right my shit is marvelous like marvin hagler
Stagger a devil sayin, "go the fuck to africa"

It's the jab (jab) at last (last)
I dudes in half (half)
Get splashed on your staff, if you don't the math
(call em perfect)
I bring shit can't fathom, sent to hurt shit
It ain't worth it, jab sent to dab em
Since the days of adam, eve flipped the script
It was predicted, for me to bring some shit this
(that boy bad, boy bad!)
But now we out to bring em back terror, I'm bout
(hah!) they me mr. perfect
Cause i'm, simply without (per-fect-o)
You couldn't weather my endeavor, I'm too
Don't ever bring it to my queer you know better
And if you creep up (what? ) prepare to the grim reaper
in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up

Oh, oh, oh, b.t.j.'s call me balboa, swan me rock-ola
Hold the fort down, reach out and somethin like a motorola
Own a pager, bonus how I the paper, you make all the dough
But anyway I slay a boa anyday, you know
I may just take you over, my
To get your or your nose bloodied, what?
The r-o-to, c-k ya show ya greater, don't fuck
Burn like my name like was coca-cola
Wait up hold up! make a, nigga roll up
Take your shines, leave ya swoll up or with a of
Somethin smacked out your mouth, so ah, up I hate ya
Do your m.p. now stands for make'em pay brah

I'm rude, dudes that come late on they dues
Bring bad like a baby in they terrible two's
You did what to who? youse estoria like the
Niggaz get hauled off, suplexin magnums I'm goin off

You fuckin cornballs, we comin from another completely
My theory is, none of y'all faggot niggaz beat me
Get snuffed so stupid you may curse dad, it's his fault
He warned you bout the perfect jab
Motherfuckers!
Word up nigga, we'll knock you the fuck out
All y'all niggaz, all y'all niggaz who act y'all want it
Y'all gonna get it nigga, up

Hah, is the perfect jab
Fuck with boy you better curse your dad
Hah, is the perfect jab
Step to this boy you better your dad
Don't be with this here, perfect jab
You curse your dad
luck you ever had
Times times four, triple that like r's
And we form a square and whoop your monkey-ass from to there
is bon jovi, heh
We fuck you up, word up

M.f.c. (for life!!) for life!!

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