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 back to
You walk a fine line wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit demo raw is knives
To skin all ya'll cats
Take your time don't the clock Infamous rock for good now
like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, these
ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording
Of course kids keepin they sights this
Exclusiveness, like some new of kicks
We got them things fixed, the wrong man in my click
You get wit incense to kick that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this whole

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

Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real it down
You yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground
the dutchie while I, handle the Henny thinkin
You never me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know they watchin me, if not they waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the
Let em get a cold, let em smell the tree smoke
Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody
The in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the son
Stick and move, you 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 decisions
And my whole the same vision
41st till I dearly depart, till then be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats pretend to be something
That not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, I ain't even you cats
Don't even acknowledge the that you weak raps
We bust at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, you could have that

Four pounds, off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the
Your dogs was wives like 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 fight son, we keep the house dope like 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 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 leaf
Or wait until my time and get released
Cool, back on the streets I seen old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass straight to
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 to sleep like this here
Seventy-two as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip ass up out the basket
glass 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 life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all laws
What, on and Peed on