Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

Y'all know done messed up now right? Fo' real
You know, you messed up, I'm not
All beats is soundin' the same, y'all 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 me back in this game
To bring it right to the essence

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

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

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

Yo, yo probably 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 know how they got here
But I feel like the Haitian Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to airport
L.A., I was wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your through the blouse

What? MCs, ain't nothing but assassins
two lines is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket
Closest you got to prison was seein' television
But I'ma go long as thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two 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 to tell
Still feel like somebody's watching me Rockwell
about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugues, break 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 I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little for the projects Clef
Let people know you ain't forget where you 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 where you from
Where you came

Hip hop fans, y'all like the in my house
No matter how I am, y'all still have your doubts
Talkin' 'bout, is he in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a
My is a guitar, classical like Mozart
murder on the wall 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 innocent is the first to go
And sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in wire
delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall of Juda, deeper than books
Watch what you cook 'cuz you get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Like Kool G Rap, in graffiti

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

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

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