Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species

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Yo, however do u want, do you need p
My mobb it back to life, back to reality
You walk a fine playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety-five, wit raw raps is knives
To skin all y'all alive
Take your time don't rush the clock, infamous rock for now
Pass like my duns on lock the pot down slow
But this, spoon-feeding these
ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording
Of course kids keepin sights upon this
Exclusiveness, some new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my
You get charged wit incense to kick that
Welcome to the ledge of this shhh

[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 to over-seas from over there
It's right to the beats, longevity to all the great grand cc's

Yo, for my qbc duns, all real hold it down
You bust yours, we ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie i, handle the henny thinkin
You catch me sleepin, stay 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 tree
Hit em where we blow and don't let know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't run wit the crowd son
and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it, the only way to
If you really about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful decisions
And my whole cli-tique the vision
41st till I dearly depart, till then be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats pretend to be something
That your not and that's not good my
On a personal, I ain't even feelin you
Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak
We gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, you could have that

Four pounds, off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the
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 son, we keep the house dope 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 degree from v-o-p and n-c-c-v
And send me up a hub to a state
What could I do but sneak, 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 ready and
I em exactly no time to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to like this here
Seventy-two like as if I was on the top
of thinkin about how i'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his
Class now is session, "soldiers boys, aim is: never show your heat
And flame it"
You playin life, wit a man who by the sword
And dies naturally all common laws
What, speed on and on