Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

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

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

I could never forget the 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 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 ain't forget where you came
Where you came
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep me in, sin
a little somethin' for the street DJs
Let people know you forget where you came from
Where you came

Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how 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, dirty south, I heard they run up in your
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the

What? MCs, y'all ain't but assassins
Every two is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was barson television
But I'ma go long as this phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots my Mag-num
All of that, to get attention
Here's a few things I been dyin' to

Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the
Any more beats soundin' the same, I'ma put MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't hard to
Still feel like somebody's 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 y'all wanna 'cuz y'all will get Jay-Z

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

Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my
No matter how faithful I am, y'all have your doubts
Talkin' 'bout, is he in this 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 show 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 the first to go
And Dorothy sings over the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than
what you cook 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Like G Rap, written in graffiti

Before the plane, I used to take the
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, raisin' Caine
on the roof, cook like a goose
To my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay on my back
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 Nappy Heads, to the score, to the carnival
But yet y'all still wanted
Sedeck went back, came 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 something for the brothers up north
Let know you ain't forget where you came from
Where you came
Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin