Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species

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

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

Yo, for my qbc duns, it's all real hold it
You bust yours, we bust 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 little cold, let em smell the smoke
Hit em we blow and don't let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you
Son, shots get loaded, don't run wit the crowd 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 wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same
41st till I dearly depart, till then I'll be gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you cats just pretend to be something
That your not and that's not my friend
On a personal, I ain't feelin you cats
Don't even the fact that you weak raps
We bust at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, you could have that

Four pounds, stumbled off
Fire off many a rounds, I heard fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when guns
You could run or the window, son
Or feel hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope ? pie fendis?
We and pop henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, macks fully
Now bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three from v-o-p and n-c-c-v
And me up a hub to a state facilities
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 seen some old
I still hold heat to send ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling like they ready and
I gave em exactly no to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this
like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how 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 naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and on