Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, deeper than
Watch what you cook 'cuz you might get
Man, I real MCs
Like G Rap, written in graffiti

Before the plane, I used to the train
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, raisin' Caine
Able's on the roof, cook a goose
To calm my nerve, I Vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my
Two choices, rap or sell 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, came off wit a
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mix

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