Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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Yo however do u want however do you 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 climax in five wit demo raw raps is knives
To all ya'll cats alive
Take your time don't rush the clock Infamous for good now
Pass like my duns on 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 kids keepin they sights upon this
Exclusiveness, some new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my
You get charged wit incense to that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this whole

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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 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 hold it
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on ground
Pass the while I, handle the Henny thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this
I know they watchin me, if not probably waitin for a downfall
on my property, we got the remedy
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree
Hit em where we blow and don't let nobody
The snakes in the grass, you gotta 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 only way to
If you really think it
Every move is wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole the same vision
till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats 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 weak
We bust 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 a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You run or take 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 macks
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded,
A one to three from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
And send me up a hub to a facilities
could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or wait my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I some old drama
I still hold heat to send ass straight to trauma
These kids to drilling like 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 like this here
like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the
Beligerant heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never your heat
And don't it"
You life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies against all common laws
What, speed on and on