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 soundin' the same, y'all the same
Some of even wearing the same jewelry
And y'all doin' the same
up, you know you messed up right?
That's why they me back in this game
To bring it back to the essence

Oh yeah, and all this this, kill that, kill this
Lemme you somethin'
(What, what)
The real killers, 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 this side of the
To just back a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy
In the front yo, comin' yo

I never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to 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 know you ain't forget where you came from
you came from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
a little somethin' for the street DJs
Let people know you ain't forget you came from
you came from

Yo, yo probably the hardest 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 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 they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl the blouse

What? MCs, y'all ain't but assassins
Every two 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 from my
All of that, to get attention
Here's a few things I been to mention

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

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

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

You the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in barbed
Dope delivery, but I'm the writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than
Watch you cook 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I miss 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 drink 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell
sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin' crack
'Cuz the music is the same street format

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

time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep 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 I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin