Luyện nghe bài hát Pray to Da East

Pray to the east, to the east...

I got my man in the
One of the illest mc's in the
Rhyme inspector p
Kick some for 94, baby

to the east, pray to the east
Before you fuck around, nigga, to the east ( 2x )

[ p ]
Your skills while I'm still strapped
With raps, and feel that I should kill wack
Niggas that peel caps and that ill
Bigger threat than you with tec when I rip the set
Niggas get smoked a cigarette, so hit the deck
Watch ya chin, nigga, ho-chi-min I rock my shit
When it comes to props I get of it
I can get madonna, money, your threats are
And bet you find your girl with a wet
Drippin my cassette behind her
Got more band trail than your sellin
Fans scalin, jam railin like it's van
Skills scored high on billboards, I frauds
Get real broads' hearts at will force
a mark, skills lay a squad, and pray to god
Don't say a hard verse than a plate of lard
p wanted for first degree
Murder, you heard it first from me, you worshipped me
threat, you heard nothin yet
No for buckin tecs, but rappers to duck in fret or upper-jet
Mastered art, yo, when I something drastic starts
Speed up a bastard's heart, great jurassic park
I cut you up like a machete blade
Swear to god, card you can pull if it's medicaid
Done with all this gun shit, fuck who you run with, son
The only you shoot is your dick, and it comes quick

[ fresh wes ]
I'm like a bat outta hell tonight, compell to bite
I swell the mic when I like, fatter cellulite
I injure ears of engineers, em into cheers
Bringin my peers tears, don't interfere
Critics know I pack a blow
I put you in a clinic, so forget it like riddick
Nigga, go to hell, I so well
Find another or mother or hoe to tell
Or a bro to jeal', how's my jam sell? very well
I send you back you bring the wack
I'm rap, I interact with empty tracks
Locked in, wack are blockin
The top 10 while the radio jocks spin
The calmer vibe, the
I the harder side, jeffrey dahmer tried, but died
words than a hour of scrabble, I got the power to battle
Skadaddle or get devoured like the of babel
Adversaries are snotty, compare me to gotti
I bury a body, then a shotie
The maestro rips the psycho
Brain like a microchip, and excite you with
The smoother rhythm, mad crews to prison
Who choose to listen while I use my u-4
Collectin the pesos from a stage
fellatio from a h-o (why) because I say so
My expands as I wreck lands
Makin def jams like redman and x
I'ma the genitalia from australia to somalia
Cause I'm smooth, just a sailor
I damage em all, bitches me casual calls
I'm slammin and jammin and rammin they vaginal
Drums are fat funky tracks
Like every verse could make your lung collapse
I'm extra-nice, next to slice?
Before you to mics, nigga, check with christ
You

Pray to the east, pray to the
Before you fuck nigga pray to the east...