Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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Yo however do u want however do you P
My Mobb bring it back to life to reality
You walk a fine playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in five wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll alive
Take your time don't rush the clock Infamous for good now
Pass like my on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, these
ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, assortin this, probably 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 to kick that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this shhh

[Havoc]

Yo, we the men for the
You the M-O, B-B's, warrior style, rare species
Catch us on your block , on your tv's
Jones Beach to over-seas from 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 bust yours, we bust ours and stand on ground
Pass the dutchie while I, handle the thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this
I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a
Scheming on my property, we got the
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree
Hit em where we blow and let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you
Son, shots get loaded, ever run wit the crowd son
and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it, the only way to
If you really think it
Every move is wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same
41st till I dearly depart, till then I'll be gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be
That your not and that's not my friend
On a personal, I even feelin you cats
Don't even acknowledge the fact 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, stumbled off
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return 3% of the time
dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You run or take the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie
We twist and pop Henny, wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks
Now bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
And me up a hub to a state facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or leaf
Or until my time served and get released
Cool, on the streets I seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass straight to
These started to drilling like they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no time to feelings
Pulled out, to my man, out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to like this here
like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the
Beligerant heads, I'm bashing
No of the man nor his action
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, aim is: Never show your heat
And flame it"
You playin life, wit a man who lives by the
And naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and on