Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

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

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

I could forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' dime on a twelve speed bicycle
All the man, you know what I'm sayin', yo

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

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

MCs, y'all ain't nothing but assassins
Every two is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket
Closest you got to prison was seein' barson
But go long as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two from 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 the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
Listen, on nas, it ain't hard to tell
feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap
Talk about the Fugues, break up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to my way back to the streets
And wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all will get Jay-Z

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

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

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

Before the plane, I used to take the
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms raisin'
on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I Vodka 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 is the same street format

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

time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the brothers up north
Let people know you forget where you came from
you came from
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin