Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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Yo however do u want 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 raps is
To skin all ya'll cats
Take your time don't rush the clock Infamous rock for now
Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down
But assuring this, spoon-feeding
Starvin ass heads shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording
Of course kids keepin they sights this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of
We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my
You get wit incense 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 grand

Yo, for my QBC duns, all real hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on ground
the dutchie while I, handle the Henny thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of properly
I know they watchin me, if not they waitin for a downfall
on my property, we got the remedy
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree
Hit em we blow and don't let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the son
and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it, the way to live
If you think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought
And my whole cli-tique the same
41st till I depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something
That not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, I even feelin you cats
Don't even the fact that you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg 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 fire 3% of the
Your dogs was actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You could run or the window, son
Or feel hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope ?pie fendis?
We twist and pop Henny, wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin fully
Now bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
And send me up a hub to a state
could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or until my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I seen old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass to trauma
kids started to drilling like they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, out
to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here
Seventy-two like as if I was on the top
Hours of about how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never show your
And don't it"
You life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally all common laws
What, on and Peed on