Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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Yo do u want however do you need P
My Mobb bring it to life back to reality
You walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in
We climax in five wit demo raw raps is knives
To all ya'll cats alive
Take your time don't the clock Infamous rock for good now
Pass my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, spoon-feeding
Starvin ass heads shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word this, probably recording this
Of course kids keepin they upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of
We got them things fixed, passed the man in my click
You get charged wit incense to that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this shhh

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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 your tv's
From Jones Beach to over-seas over there
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great CC's

Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all hold it down
You yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground
the dutchie while I, handle the Henny thinkin
You catch me sleepin, stay on top of this 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 the tree smoke
Hit em where we blow and let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch you move
Son, shots get loaded, ever run wit the crowd son
and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we it, the only way to live
If you think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought
And my cli-tique the same vision
41st till I depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you cats just pretend to be something
That your not and not good my friend
On a personal, I ain't feelin you cats
Don't acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
We gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em here, 'cause you could have that

Four pounds, stumbled off
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the
Your dogs was wives actin girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You could run or the window, son
Or this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis?
We twist and pop Henny, wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks
Now they bandin, court and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from V-O-P and
And send me up a hub to a facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or leaf
Or wait my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I seen old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass to trauma
These kids started to drilling they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no time to switch
out, to my man, look 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
glass heads, I'm bashing
No of the man nor his action
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never show heat
And don't it"
You life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and on