Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

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

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

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

Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
a little somethin' for the new Jerusalem
Let people know you forget where you came from
you came from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep 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 the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I know how they got here
But I like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in house
Shakespeare, no time to jive your girl through the blouse

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

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

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

Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still your doubts
Talkin' 'bout, is he real in this
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 y'all some art
And y'all start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin', tell man stop talking

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

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

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

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