Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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

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Yo, we the men for the
You know the M-O, B-B's, warrior style, species
us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's
From Jones Beach to from over there
It's right to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's

Yo, for my QBC duns, all real hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny
You never me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
on my property, we got the remedy
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, don't run wit the crowd son
and move, you hear me?
And the way we rock it, the only way to live
If you think 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 cats just pretend to be something
That your not and that's not my friend
On a personal, I ain't even feelin you
Don't acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
We bust at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, 'cause you could have

Four pounds, off grounds
off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin
You run or take the window, son
Or this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house like ?pie fendis?
We and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded,
A one to three degree from and N-C-C-V
And me up a hub to a state facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco
Or wait until my served and get released
Cool, on the streets I seen some old drama
I still hold heat to your ass straight to trauma
These kids to drilling like 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 here
Seventy-two like as if I was on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip ass up out the basket
Beligerant heads, I'm bashing
No of the man nor his action
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never your 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