Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

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

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

I could never the underground hip hop
dedicate this 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 keep me in, sin
Kick a little somethin' for the new
Let people know you ain't where you came from
Where you came
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 from
Where you from

Yo, yo this the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my it's 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 Kennedy
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in house
Shakespeare, no to jive blast your girl through the blouse

What? MCs, y'all nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin', or
Murderation, closed cremation
Closest you got to was seein' barson 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 dyin' to

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

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

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

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

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

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

Every time I 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
Where you came
time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin