Luyện nghe bài hát Pray to Da East

Pray to the east, to the east...

I got my man in the
One of the mc's in the world
Rhyme percee p
Kick some flavor for 94,

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

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

[ maestro wes ]
I'm like a bat outta hell tonight, compell to bite
I swell the mic I like, fatter than cellulite
I injure ears of engineers, sendin em cheers
Bringin my peers into tears, don't
Critics know I pack a wicked
I put you in a clinic, so forget it riddick bowe
Nigga, go to hell, I so well
Find another or mother or hoe to tell
Or a bro to jeal', how's my jam gonna sell? well
I send you back because you the wack
I'm into rap, I interact with tracks
Locked in, wack muthafuckas are
The top 10 while the black radio jocks
The calmer vibe, the
I like the harder side, jeffrey tried, but died
More words a hour of scrabble, I got the power to battle
Skadaddle or get like the tower of babel
Adversaries are snotty, compare me to gotti
I a body, then carry a shotie
The maestro the psycho shit
Brain a microchip, and i'ma excite you with
The smoother rhythm, sendin mad crews to
Who choose to listen I use my u-4 missiles
Collectin the from a stage show
Gettin fellatio a h-o (why) because I say so
My ratio expands as I wreck
Makin def like redman and x clan
I'ma nail the genitalia from australia to
Cause I'm smooth, just like a
I damage em all, bitches give me calls
I'm slammin and jammin and they vaginal walls
Drums are fat over funky
Like perce every could make your lung collapse
I'm extra-nice, who's next to
Before you step to mics, nigga, with christ
You

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