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 wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety-five, wit demo raw raps is
To skin all cats alive
Take your time don't rush the clock, rock for good now
Pass like my duns on holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, these
ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I in this, word assortin this, probably recording this
Of course kids they sights upon this
Exclusiveness, some new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, 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, warrior style, rare
us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's
From jones beach to from over there
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand

Yo, for my qbc duns, it's all hold it down
You bust yours, we ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while i, handle the henny
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of 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 we blow and don't let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you watch where you move
Son, get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
and move, you hear me?
And the way we rock it, the only way to live
If you really about it
Every move is wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole the same vision
41st till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere 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 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 actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You could run or the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope ? pie fendis?
We twist and pop henny, wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, macks fully
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded,
A one to three degree v-o-p and n-c-c-v
And send me up a hub to a facilities
could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or wait my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I seen some old
I still hold heat to your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling like they and willing
I em exactly no time to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like here
Seventy-two like as if I was on the top
Hours of thinkin about how i'ma tip ass up out the basket
glass heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his
Class now is session, "soldiers boys, today's aim is: show your heat
And flame it"
You life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And naturally against all common laws
What, on and peed on