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 to life back to reality
You walk a fine line playin wit mine the story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is
To skin all ya'll cats
Take your time don't rush the clock Infamous for good now
Pass my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, spoon-feeding
ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I in this, word assortin this, probably recording this
Of course kids keepin they 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 whole 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 block , on your wide-screen tv's
From Jones Beach to over-seas from there
It's right back to the beats, to all the great grand CC's

Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it
You bust yours, we bust and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny
You never me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know they watchin me, if not they probably for a downfall
on my property, we got the remedy
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the smoke
Hit em where we blow and don't let know
The in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
Son, get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son
and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it, the way to live
If you really about it
Every move is wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the vision
till I dearly 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 even feelin you cats
Don't even acknowledge the fact that you raps
We bust at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, 'cause you could that

Four pounds, stumbled off
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin
You could run or the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the dope like ?pie fendis?
We twist and pop Henny, wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, macks fully
Now they bandin, court and got remanded, faught
A one to degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
And send me up a hub to a facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco
Or until my time served and get released
Cool, on the streets I seen some old drama
I still hold to send your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no to switch feelings
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 I'ma tip ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, I'm
No knowledge of the man nor his
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: show your heat
And don't it"
You playin life, wit a man who lives by the
And dies against all common laws
What, speed on and on