Luyện nghe bài hát Progress of Elimination

Who am I to flip a wicked
is business
But now the revelation has
How the bitch is trying to get rich
And a good job
And up the pavement with 'nuff shit

Oh shit, I I jumped into a maze
And now I'm being surrounded by dead in a daze
Some kind of way I become a slave, yes sir masta, no sir masta
I work fasta, even if it means my brain being tampered

Fuck it, at least I got rid of the
Later on I mix up with G's
Kickin' it on the curb
Talkin' about to Pittsburgh

I'm out on the cut smokin' bud with Macaroni
Instead of us servin' niggas fucka's tryin' to bone me
But I trying to hear this Bitch made elf
I ain't in the 'cause I don't fuck around with the help, bastard

If it wasn't for the dope that we got stashed in the
I'd have your ass hit then the fool die trickin'
While I be countin' ass dollars
Like fried chicken

And takin' a sip of his favorite
At the grave as I through the shade, your shit still stinks
I tryin' to see an explanation 'cause
As far as I'm concerned the way to progress
Is elimination

to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no
At the cost

to go, yeah, got to go

Time is running, out I'm still self
They talking this Pitt shit but I'm tryin' to get to Detroit
Fuck it if I to do these niggas I'm a do 'em too
And step the fuck off as if I never them fools

See ya, now the shit is my way
I'm hittin' the highway, no mo' by's in my drive way
This is happening I'm finally at my destination
I ain't one of 'dem bitches tryin', I gotta get fuck a curling iron

I'll get that did later meanwhile I'm on some ol'
Bucka a sucka quick shit fo
And I'm disectin' at the same progressin'
Eliminating a lunatic shootin' quick

Call it you want but I'll be brief
I trust a motherfucker
a motherfucker is me, G
Getting' sweated is an inspiration

So I don't it when you get your BC date
'Cause all about elimination
Got to go, yeah, got to go

Fuck up and I'll have yo ass hikin'
From Idaho, yo, Bo$$ is knockin' out shit
Let me hit Philly spliff
Now, it's to really trip

I gettin the feelin' that these
Is into my
Plus, the got me wanting a burger
But the murder

em off was a cinch but I'm stuck
And ain't no way that I'm a my head on
Another bench,
I'm sick of this shit, let me into this alley

And try to fly as as I can get
With 200 blunts and 100
to make it to Detroit, Detroit

Now member of my click is in his grave
I'm truly the BO$$ now, nobody's slave, how do I plea?
Listen, I'll neva an explanation 'cause as far as I'm concerned
The only way to is through elimination

to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no
At the cost

to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no
At whateva the

to go, yeah, got to go
The Bo$$, no
At the cost

to go, yeah, got to go
Bo$$, her a lesson