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

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

I could never the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin' at Burger King, dime bags 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
a little somethin' for the new Jerusalem
Let people know you ain't forget you came from
Where you from
Every time I keep pullin' out, keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a somethin' for the street DJs
Let people know you ain't forget where you from
you came from

Yo, yo this probably the verse that I ever recite
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 Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his years
New York, on my way to airport
L.A., I was told wear colors you walk
Dirt, south, I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive your girl through the blouse

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

Anyone talk about guns, buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin' the same, I'ma put MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it hard to tell
Still feel like somebody's watching me like
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 bootleg y'all will get Jay-Z

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

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

You know the scenario, the is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in wire
delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Tall tribes of Juda, than books
Watch you cook 'cuz you might get hooked
Man, I miss MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in

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 calm my nerve, I drink 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 industry is the same street format

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

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