Luyện nghe bài hát Pullin Me In

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

Oh yeah, and all kill this, kill that, kill this
Lemme you somethin'
(What, what)
The real killers, 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 back a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy
In the front yo, comin' yo

I could never forget the hip hop
dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, you what I'm sayin', yo

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

Yo, yo this the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got
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 they 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 is killin', or incarceration
Murderation, casket cremation
Closest you got to was seein' barson television
But I'ma go as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my
All of that, to get attention
Here's a few things I been to mention

talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more soundin' 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
Talk about diamonds, kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugues, I'ma up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all get Jay-Z

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

Hip hop fans, y'all like the in my house
No matter how faithful I am, still have your doubts
Talkin' 'bout, is he real in this
Or did he go pop, and on the get a mistress
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 innocent is the first to go
And Dorothy sings over the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in wire
delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than
what you cook 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in

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

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

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