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 beats is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same
Some of y'all even wearing the jewelry
And y'all the same videos
Shut up, you know you up right?
That's why they brought me back in 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 right over there
Waitin' for you to act like a killer, so they can you
Yo Sedeck, do me a yo
Yo tell on this side of the stage
To just move back a little it's about to get real rowdy
In the yo, they comin' yo

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

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

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

What? MCs, ain't nothing but assassins
Every two is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, closed cremation
you got to prison was seein' barson television
But I'ma go long as this phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots my Mag-num
All of that, to get attention
Here's a few things I been to mention

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

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

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

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

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

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

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