Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species

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Yo, however do u want, do you need p
My bring it back to life, back to reality
You walk a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety-five, wit demo raw raps is
To skin all cats alive
Take time don't rush the clock, infamous rock for good now
like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, these
ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word this, probably recording this
Of course keepin they sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new of kicks
We got them things fixed, the wrong 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 the m-o, b-b's, warrior style, rare species
Catch us on your block , on your 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 hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and on firm ground
Pass the while i, handle the henny thinkin
You catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know they watchin me, if not 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 don't let nobody
The in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the son
Stick and move, you me?
And that's the way we it, the only way to live
If you really about it
Every move is wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same
41st till I dearly depart, till then be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats just to be something
That your not and that's not my friend
On a personal, I ain't even feelin you
Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak
We bust at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, 'cause you could have

Four pounds, off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine 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 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, burn a tree, or leaf
Or wait until my time served and get
Cool, back on the streets I seen some old
I still hold heat to send ass straight to trauma
These kids 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
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 knowledge of the man nor his
Class now is session, "soldiers boys, aim is: never show your heat
And flame it"
You life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies against all common laws
What, speed on and on