Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

Y'all know y'all done messed up now 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 doin' the same videos
up, you know you messed 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
tell you somethin'
(What, what)
The real killers, they're standin' over there
Waitin' for you to act a killer, so they 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 this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the man, you know what I'm sayin', yo

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

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

What? MCs, y'all ain't nothing but
two lines is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, closed cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein' television
But I'ma go long as this phenomenon
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 more beats soundin' the same, I'ma put your MPC to
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't to tell
Still feel like somebody's me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma Jacob
Talk about the Fugues, I'ma break up the up
Put your stake up, I'm to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all will get

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

Hip hop fans, y'all like the in my house
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
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all art
And wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin', tell your man talking

You know the scenario, the is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings over the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in barbed
Dope delivery, but I'm the writer
tribes of Juda, deeper than books
Watch what you cook 'cuz you get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Kool 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 sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin'
'Cuz the industry is the same street format

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

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