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 in the world
Rhyme inspector p
Kick flavor for 94, baby

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

[ p ]
Your skills while I'm still strapped
real raps, and feel that I should kill wack
Niggas peel caps and that ill crap
threat than you with your tec when I rip the set
Niggas get smoked a cigarette, so hit the deck
ya chin, nigga, ho-chi-min when I rock my shit
When it comes to props I get of it
I can get madonna, money, threats are minor
And bet you your girl with a wet pijama
Drippin with my behind her
Got band trail than your hand's sellin
Fans scalin, jam railin like van halen
Skills scored high on billboards, I kill
Get real applausesteal broads' at will force
Hate a mark, skills lay a squad, and to god
say a hard verse worse than a plate of lard
Percee p wanted for first
Murder, since you heard it from me, you worshipped me
Fuckin threat, you nothin yet
No need for buckin tecs, but rappers to duck in or upper-jet
Mastered art, yo, when I flow drastic starts
up a bastard's heart, great like jurassic park
I cut you up like a machete blade
to god, only card you can pull if it's medicaid
Done with all gun shit, fuck who you run with, son split
The thing you shoot is your dick, and it comes quick

[ fresh wes ]
I'm like a bat outta hell tonight, niggas compell to
I the mic when I like, fatter than cellulite
I injure of engineers, sendin em into cheers
Bringin my peers tears, don't interfere
Critics I pack a wicked blow
I put you in a clinic, so it like riddick bowe
Nigga, go to hell, I so well
Find another brother or mother or hoe to
Or a bro to jeal', how's my jam gonna very 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 the black radio jocks spin
The vibe, the modified
I like the harder side, dahmer tried, but died
More words than a hour of scrabble, I got the to battle
or get devoured like the tower of babel
Adversaries are snotty, compare me to gotti
I bury a body, then a shotie
The rips the psycho shit
Brain like a microchip, and i'ma you with
The rhythm, sendin mad crews to prison
Who choose to listen while I use my u-4
Collectin the from a stage show
Gettin from a h-o (why) because I say so
My expands as I wreck lands
Makin def like redman and x clan
nail the genitalia from australia to somalia
Cause I'm smooth, just like a
I damage em all, bitches give me casual
I'm slammin and jammin and rammin vaginal walls
Drums are fat over tracks
Like perce every verse could your lung collapse
I'm extra-nice, next to slice?
Before you to mics, nigga, check with christ
You

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