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 line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety wit demo raw raps is knives
To all ya'll cats alive
Take your don't rush the clock Infamous rock for good now
like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass heads shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording
Of course kids they sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the man in my click
You get charged wit incense to that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this shhh

Chorus

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

Yo, for my QBC duns, all real hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on ground
Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this
I know they watchin me, if not probably waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree
Hit em where we and don't let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the son
and move, you hear me?
And the way we rock it, the only way to live
If you think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same
41st till I dearly depart, till I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something
That your not and that's not my friend
On a personal, I ain't feelin you cats
Don't even acknowledge the fact that you 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, off grounds
Fire off a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time
dogs was wives actin 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 ?pie
We twist and pop Henny, wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, macks fully
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 state
could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or wait until my served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I seen some old
I still heat to send your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this
Seventy-two as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip ass up out the basket
Beligerant heads, I'm bashing
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