Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species

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Yo, however do u want, do you need p
My mobb bring it back to life, back to
You walk a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story told in rhyme
We in ninety-five, wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all y'all alive
Take your time rush the clock, infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down
But assuring this, spoon-feeding
Starvin ass heads catchin shakes,
I ball in this, word assortin this, recording this
Of course kids they sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the man in my click
You get charged wit to kick that bullshhh
to the ledge of this whole shhh

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Yo, we the men for the
You the m-o, b-b's, warrior style, rare species
us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's
From jones beach to over-seas from over
It's right back to the beats, to all the great grand cc's

Yo, for my qbc duns, it's all hold it down
You bust yours, we ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while i, handle the henny
You never catch me sleepin, on top of this properly
I know they watchin me, if not they waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree
Hit em where we and don't let nobody know
The in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, ever run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you me?
And that's the way we it, the only way to live
If you think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought
And my whole cli-tique the same
41st till I dearly depart, till I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you cats just pretend to be something
That your not and that's not my friend
On a personal, I even feelin you cats
Don't even the fact that you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg at
Son you know we that, get em outta here, 'cause you could have that

Four pounds, off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the
Your dogs was wives actin girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You could run or the window, son
Or this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ? pie
We twist and pop henny, wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin fully
Now bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from v-o-p and
And me up a hub to a state facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or leaf
Or wait until my time served and get
Cool, back on the I seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass straight to
kids started to drilling like they ready and willing
I gave em no time to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to like this here
like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, I'm
No of the man nor his action
Class now is session, "soldiers boys, today's aim is: never show heat
And flame it"
You life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies against all common laws
What, on and peed on