Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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

[Havoc]

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

Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm
Pass the dutchie while I, the Henny thinkin
You catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know they me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the smoke
Hit em where we blow and let nobody know
The in the grass, you gotta watch where 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 really think it
Every move is humble wit precision, thought decisions
And my cli-tique the same vision
41st I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something
That your not and not good my friend
On a personal, I ain't even you cats
Don't even the fact that you weak raps
We gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, 'cause you could have

Four pounds, off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, I return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine 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 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 V-O-P and
And me up a hub to a state facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or leaf
Or wait until my time and get released
Cool, back on the streets I some old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass straight to
These kids started to drilling like ready and willing
I em exactly no time to switch feelings
out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to like this here
Seventy-two as if I was back on the top
of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, I'm
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 playin life, wit a man who lives by the
And dies naturally against all laws
What, on and Peed on