Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species

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Yo, do u want, however do you need p
My mobb bring it to life, back to reality
You a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety-five, wit demo raw is knives
To skin all cats alive
Take your time don't the clock, infamous rock for good now
Pass my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, these
ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording
Of course keepin 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
Welcome to the ledge of this shhh

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

Yo, for my qbc duns, it's all real hold it
You bust yours, we ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while i, the henny thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of properly
I know they me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
on my property, we got the remedy
Let em get a cold, let em smell the tree smoke
Hit em where we and don't let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the son
and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we it, the only way to live
If you really about it
Every move is humble wit precision, thought decisions
And my whole the same vision
41st till I dearly depart, till then I'll be gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook just pretend to be something
your not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, I even feelin you cats
Don't even acknowledge the that you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, 'cause you could that

Four pounds, off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, I heard fire 3% of the time
Your was wives actin like 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 like ? pie fendis?
We and pop henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
get chilly, turnin macks fully
Now they bandin, court and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from v-o-p and
And me up a hub to a state facilities
What I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or until my time served and get released
Cool, on the streets I seen some old drama
I still hold heat to your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling like they and willing
I gave em exactly no to switch feelings
out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to like this here
Seventy-two as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how i'ma tip they ass up out the
glass heads, I'm bashing
No of the man nor his action
Class now is session, "soldiers boys, today's aim is: never show heat
And don't it"
You life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And naturally against all common laws
What, on and peed on