Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

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

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

I could never 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 projects man, you what I'm sayin', yo

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

Yo, yo this probably the hardest that I ever recite
I'm in the with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how 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 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
two lines is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, closed cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein' barson
But I'ma go long as this phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my
All of that, to get your
a few things I been dyin' to mention

Anyone about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin' the same, put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't to tell
Still like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Talk diamonds, I'ma kidnap 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

Every time I keep pullin' out, keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a something for the projects Clef
Let people know you forget where you came from
Where you came
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
Kick a something for the hip hop fans
Let people know you forget where you came from
Where you came

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

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

Before the plane, I used to take the
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms raisin'
Able's on the roof, like a goose
To my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay on my back
Two choices, sell rap or crack
sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin' crack
'Cuz the industry is the same street format

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

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