Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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Yo however do u however do you need P
My Mobb bring it back to life to reality
You walk a fine playin 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 rush the clock Infamous rock for now
like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass heads catchin shakes,
I ball in this, assortin this, probably recording this
Of course kids keepin they upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of
We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my
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, style, rare species
Catch us on your block , on your wide-screen
From Jones Beach to over-seas over there
It's right back to the beats, to all the great grand CC's

Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real it down
You bust yours, we bust and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie I, handle the Henny thinkin
You never me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
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 the tree smoke
Hit em where we blow and let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don't run wit the crowd 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, thought decisions
And my whole the same vision
41st I dearly depart, till then 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 even feelin you
even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, you could have that

Four pounds, off grounds
off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine handlin guns
You could run or the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all dun dun
a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis?
We and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
get chilly, turnin macks fully
Now bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from V-O-P and
And send me up a hub to a state
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco
Or wait until my time served and get
Cool, back on the I seen some old drama
I still heat to send your ass straight to trauma
kids started to drilling like they ready and willing
I gave em no time to switch feelings
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 how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, I'm
No of the man nor his action
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: show your heat
And flame it"
You playin life, wit a man who lives by the
And dies naturally against all laws
What, on and Peed on