Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

Y'all y'all done messed up now right? Fo' real
You know, you up, I'm not laughing
All y'all is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same
Some of even wearing the same jewelry
And doin' the same 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 this kill this, kill that, kill
Lemme tell you
(What, what)
The real killers, standin' right over there
for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a yo
Yo everybody on this side of the stage
To just 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 dedicate this to everybody that knew me I was broke
Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve bicycle
All the projects man, you know I'm sayin', yo

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

Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever
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 feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young
New York, on my way to Kennedy
L.A., I was told wear wherever you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I heard run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your through the blouse

MCs, y'all ain't nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin', or
Murderation, casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein' television
But I'ma go long as thug phenomenon
me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
All of that, to get attention
Here's a few things I been dyin' to

Anyone talk about guns, buy the cartel
Any more beats the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't hard to
Still like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugues, break up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all will get

Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the projects Clef
Let people know you ain't forget you came from
Where you came
Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
a little something 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 faithful I am, still have your doubts
Talkin' 'bout, is he real in relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a
My mistress is a guitar, like Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to y'all some art
And wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin', your man stop talking

You know the scenario, the innocent is always the to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere 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 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I real MCs
Like Kool G Rap, in graffiti

Before the plane, I to take the train
Watch puttin' up they vein, moms raisin' Caine
on the roof, cook like 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 I'm sellin' crack
'Cuz the music industry is the same street

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

Every time I keep pullin' out, keep pullin' me in, sin
a little 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