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 ever told in rhyme
We in ninety-five, wit demo raw raps is knives
To all y'all cats alive
Take your don't rush the clock, infamous rock for good now
Pass my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, spoon-feeding
Starvin ass catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, recording this
Of course kids keepin they upon this
Exclusiveness, some new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit incense to 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
us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's
From jones beach to over-seas over there
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the 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 never catch me sleepin, stay on top of properly
I know they watchin me, if not they probably 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 you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the son
and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we it, the only way to live
If you really about it
move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the vision
41st till I depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats pretend to be something
your not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, I even feelin 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, 'cause you could 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 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 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 state
What could I do but sneak, a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or wait my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I some old drama
I still hold heat to send ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no 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 glass heads, I'm
No knowledge of the man nor his
Class now is session, "soldiers boys, today's aim is: never show your
And don't it"
You life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all laws
What, on and peed on