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 the same, y'all rhymin' the same
Some of even wearing the same jewelry
And y'all doin' the videos
up, you know you messed up right?
That's why they brought me in this game
To bring it back to the essence

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

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

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

Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever
I'm in the with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how got here
But I feel like the Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy
L.A., I was told colors wherever you walk
Dirt, south, I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to blast your girl through the blouse

MCs, y'all ain't nothing 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 thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two from my Mag-num
All of that, to get attention
a few things I been dyin' to mention

Anyone 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 me like Rockwell
Talk diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugues, I'ma up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all will get

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

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

You know the scenario, the innocent is the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in barbed
delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper books
Watch what you 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Kool G Rap, written in graffiti

Before the plane, I used to take the
fiends puttin' up they vein, moms raisin' Caine
Able's on the roof, like a goose
To my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my
Two choices, sell rap or crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin'
'Cuz the industry is the same 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 keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin
Kick a something for the brothers up north
Let people you ain't forget where you came from
Where you came
Every I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin