Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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Yo however do u want do you need P
My bring it back to life back to reality
You a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is
To skin all ya'll cats
Take your time don't rush the Infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot slow
But assuring this, these
Starvin ass heads catchin shakes,
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably this
Of course kids keepin sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my
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
Catch us on your block , on wide-screen tv's
From Jones Beach to over-seas from there
right back to the beats, longevity to all the great 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 dutchie while I, the Henny thinkin
You catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I they watchin me, if not they 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 and don't let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch you move
Son, shots get loaded, ever run wit the crowd son
and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it, the way to live
If you really think it
Every is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same
till I dearly depart, till then 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 my friend
On a personal, I even feelin you cats
Don't even acknowledge the that 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, stumbled off
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the
Your dogs was wives like girls, get feminine 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 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 V-O-P and
And send me up a hub to a facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco
Or until my time served and get released
Cool, on the streets 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 to switch feelings
out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and these to sleep like this here
Seventy-two like as if I was on the top
of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant 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 life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And naturally against all common laws
What, on and Peed on