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

Oh yeah, and all this kill this, that, kill this
Lemme tell you
(What, what)
The killers, they're standin' right over 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 just back a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy
In the front yo, they yo

I could forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was
at Burger King, hustlin' dime 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 little for the new Jerusalem
Let people you ain't forget where you came from
Where you came
Every time I pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
a little somethin' for the street DJs
Let know you ain't forget where you came from
Where you came

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

What? MCs, y'all nothing but assassins
two lines is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein' barson
But I'ma go long as this thug
Pass me a bandanna, two shots my Mag-num
All of that, to get attention
Here's a few things I dyin' to mention

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

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

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

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

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

I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to the score, to the
But yet y'all still wanted
Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a
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 for the brothers up north
Let people you ain't forget where you came from
Where you from
Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin