Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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Yo do u want however do you need P
My Mobb bring it back to back to reality
You walk a fine line wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit raw raps is knives
To skin all cats alive
Take your time rush the clock Infamous rock for good now
Pass my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, spoon-feeding
Starvin ass catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording
Of course kids keepin sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new of kicks
We got things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit incense to kick that
Welcome to the ledge of whole shhh

[Havoc]

Yo, we the men for the
You know the M-O, B-B's, warrior style, species
us on your block , on your wide-screen tv's
From Jones Beach to over-seas from over
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great 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 while I, handle the Henny
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of properly
I know they watchin me, if not they 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 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 only way to
If you really think it
Every move is wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my cli-tique the same vision
41st 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 not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, I ain't even feelin you
even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
We gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em here, 'cause you could have that

Four pounds, stumbled off
Fire off many a rounds, I heard fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You could run or the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like fendis?
We twist and pop Henny, wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, macks fully
Now they bandin, rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
And send me up a hub to a state
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or leaf
Or until my time served and get released
Cool, on the streets I seen some old drama
I still hold heat to your ass straight to trauma
kids started to drilling like they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no time to feelings
out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like here
Seventy-two as if I was back on the top
Hours of about how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, I'm
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 playin life, wit a man who by the sword
And dies naturally all common laws
What, speed on and on