Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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Yo however do u want do you need P
My Mobb it back to life back to reality
You walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story told in rhyme
We climax in five wit demo raw raps is knives
To all ya'll cats alive
Take your time rush the clock Infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock the pot down slow
But this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass heads shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, recording this
Of course kids keepin they upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of
We got them things fixed, the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit incense to kick bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this whole

[Havoc]

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

Yo, for my QBC duns, all real hold it down
You bust yours, we bust and stand on firm 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 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 we blow and don't let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you
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 really about it
move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the vision
41st till I dearly depart, till I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be
That your not and that's not good my
On a personal, I ain't feelin you cats
Don't even acknowledge the fact you weak raps
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 like girls, get when handlin guns
You run or take the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all dun dun
Without a son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis?
We and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, macks fully
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded,
A one to three from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
And me up a hub to a state facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco
Or until my time served and get released
Cool, back on the I seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling like ready and willing
I gave em exactly no time to feelings
out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and these to sleep like this here
Seventy-two as if I was back on the top
of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant heads, I'm bashing
No of the man nor his action
now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never show your heat
And don't it"
You playin life, wit a man who by the sword
And dies against all common laws
What, on and Peed on