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 beats is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same
Some of y'all even wearing the jewelry
And doin' the same videos
Shut up, you know you up right?
That's why they brought me in this game
To it right back to the essence

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

I never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin' at King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the man, you know what I'm sayin', yo

Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep me in, sin
Kick a little for the new Jerusalem
Let people know you forget where you came from
Where you from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
a little somethin' for the street 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 with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't how they got here
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young
New York, on my way to Kennedy
L.A., I was told wear colors you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl the blouse

What? MCs, y'all ain't but assassins
Every two is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket
Closest you got to prison was seein' barson
But I'ma go long as thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two from my Mag-num
All of that, to get your
Here's a few I been dyin' to mention

Anyone talk guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more soundin' the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it hard to tell
Still feel like somebody's watching me Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap
Talk about the Fugues, I'ma up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the
And y'all wanna 'cuz y'all will get Jay-Z

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

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

You know the scenario, the is always the first to go
And sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you in barbed wire
delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than
Watch what you cook you might get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Like G Rap, written in graffiti

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

I sold y'all Heads, to the score, to the carnival
But yet y'all still wanted
Since went back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you would it for your mix tape

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