Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species

1-2, 1-2

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

[havoc]

Yo, we the men for the
You know the m-o, b-b's, warrior style, species
Catch us on your block , on wide-screen tv's
From jones to over-seas from over there
right 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 me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know they me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the
Let em get a cold, let em smell the tree smoke
Hit em where we blow and let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you
Son, shots get loaded, don't run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you me?
And that's the way we it, the only way to live
If you really think it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought
And my whole cli-tique the same
till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be
That your not and not good my friend
On a personal, I even feelin you cats
Don't even the fact that you weak raps
We gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em here, 'cause you could have that

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