Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species

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Yo, however do u want, however do you p
My mobb bring it back to life, back to
You a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We in ninety-five, wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all y'all cats
Take your time don't rush the clock, rock for good now
Pass like my on lock holdin the pot down slow
But this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word this, probably recording this
Of course kids keepin they upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of
We got them fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit incense to that 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 your tv's
From jones beach to over-seas from there
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand

Yo, for my qbc duns, it's all hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm
Pass the while i, handle the henny thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, on top of this properly
I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a
Scheming on my property, we got the
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the smoke
Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody
The snakes in the grass, you watch where you move
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 think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought
And my cli-tique the same vision
41st till I dearly depart, till then be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be
your not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, I ain't even feelin you
Don't even acknowledge the that you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg at
Son you we passed that, get em outta here, 'cause you could have that

Four pounds, off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, I return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You run or take the window, son
Or feel hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a son, we keep the house dope like ? pie fendis?
We twist and pop henny, wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded,
A one to three degree from v-o-p and
And send me up a hub to a facilities
What could I do but sneak, a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or wait until my served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I seen old drama
I still hold heat to send ass straight to trauma
kids started to drilling like they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no time to feelings
Pulled out, to my man, out
Commits to warfare, and these 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 knowledge of the man nor his
Class now is session, "soldiers boys, today's aim is: never show your
And flame it"
You life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And naturally against all common laws
What, on and peed on