Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

Y'all y'all done messed up now right? Fo' real
You know, you messed up, I'm not
All y'all is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same
And doin' the same videos
Shut up, you you messed up right?
why they brought me back in this game
To bring it back to the essence

Oh yeah, and all kill this, kill that, kill this
Lemme tell you
(What, what)
The real killers, they're standin' right there
Waitin' for you to act a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a yo
Yo tell everybody on side of the stage
To move back a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy
In the yo, they comin' yo

I could forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was
Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, you know I'm sayin', yo

Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
Kick a somethin' for the new Jerusalem
Let people know you ain't forget where you came
Where you came
time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little somethin' for the DJs
Let people know you ain't where you came from
Where you from

Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't how they got here
But I feel like the Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to airport
L.A., I was wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt, south, I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive your girl through the blouse

What? MCs, y'all ain't nothing but
Every two lines is killin', or
Murderation, closed cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein' television
But I'ma go long as this thug
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my
All of that, to get your
Here's a few things I been to mention

Anyone talk guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't hard to
Still feel like somebody's watching me like
Talk about diamonds, I'ma Jacob
Talk about the Fugues, I'ma break up the up
Put your stake up, I'm to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg y'all will get Jay-Z

Every I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the projects Clef
Let know you ain't forget where you came from
Where you from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for the hip hop
Let people know you ain't where you came from
Where you came

Hip hop fans, like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still your doubts
Talkin' 'bout, is he in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a
My mistress is a guitar, classical Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show some art
And y'all start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin', tell your man talking

You the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in barbed
delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall tribes of Juda, than books
what you cook 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I real MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in

Before the plane, I used to the train
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms Caine
on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180
I'm back in the shack, lay on my back
Two choices, sell rap or crack
Chose rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin' crack
'Cuz the music is the same street format

I y'all Nappy Heads, to the score, to the carnival
But yet y'all still more
Since Sedeck went back, off wit a break
I so perfect, that you would want it for your mix tape

Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
a little something for the brothers up north
Let people know you ain't forget where you from
you came from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin