Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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

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

Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it
You yours, we bust ours 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
on my property, we got the remedy
Let em get a little cold, let em the tree 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 run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you me?
And the way we rock it, the only way to live
If you really about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful decisions
And my whole cli-tique the vision
till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you cats just pretend to be something
your not and that's not good my friend
On a personal, I ain't feelin you cats
Don't even the fact that you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg at
Son you know we that, get em outta here, 'cause you could have that

Four pounds, stumbled off
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 this hot one, we rip all strifes 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, turnin fully
Now bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from and N-C-C-V
And send me up a hub to a facilities
What I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or wait until my time served and get
Cool, back on the streets I some old drama
I still heat to send your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling they ready and willing
I em exactly no time to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this
Seventy-two like as if I was on the top
Hours of thinkin about how tip they ass up out the basket
glass heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: show your heat
And don't it"
You playin life, wit a man who by the sword
And dies naturally against all common
What, speed on and on