Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species

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

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Yo, we the men for the
You know the m-o, b-b's, style, rare species
Catch us on your block , on 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 it down
You bust yours, we bust and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie i, handle the henny thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of properly
I know watchin 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 tree
Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody
The snakes in the grass, you gotta where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you me?
And the way we rock it, the only way to live
If you really think it
move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my cli-tique the same vision
till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats pretend to be something
That not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, I ain't even you cats
Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak
We bust gats at, on the reg 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 fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine 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
Peers get chilly, turnin fully
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded,
A one to degree from v-o-p and n-c-c-v
And send me up a hub to a facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco
Or wait until my time served and get
Cool, back on the I seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass straight to
These kids started to drilling like they and willing
I gave em exactly no to switch feelings
out, to my man, look 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
Beligerant heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his
now is session, "soldiers boys, today's aim is: never show your heat
And don't it"
You playin life, wit a man who by the sword
And dies naturally against all laws
What, speed on and on