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 is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' 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 they brought me back in game
To bring it back to the essence

Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill
Lemme you somethin'
(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 move back a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy
In the yo, they comin' yo

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

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

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

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

Anyone talk about guns, buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin' the same, I'ma put your MPC to
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't hard to
Still feel somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma Jacob
Talk the Fugues, I'ma break up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm to work 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
you came 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 where you came from
Where you from

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

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

Before the plane, I to take the train
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms Caine
Able's on the roof, cook a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180
I'm in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back 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 wanted more
Since Sedeck back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you want it for your mix tape

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