Luyện nghe bài hát Rare Species (modus Operandi)

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Yo do u want however do you need P
My Mobb it back to life back to reality
You walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in
We in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats
Take your time don't rush the clock Infamous for good now
Pass like my on lock holdin the pot down slow
But this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass heads shakes, feenishly
I in this, word assortin this, probably recording this
Of course kids keepin they sights this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of
We got them things fixed, the wrong man in my click
You get wit incense 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, style, rare species
Catch us on your , on your wide-screen tv's
From Jones to over-seas from over there
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand

Yo, for my QBC duns, all real hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm
Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny
You never me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the
Let em get a cold, let em smell 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, 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 think about it
move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my cli-tique the same vision
till I dearly depart, till then I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook just pretend to be something
That your not and not good my friend
On a personal, I even feelin you cats
Don't acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
We bust at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em here, 'cause 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 run or take the window, son
Or this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis?
We and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin fully
Now they bandin, court and got remanded, faught
A one to three from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
And send me up a hub to a facilities
What could I do but sneak, a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or wait my time served and get released
Cool, back on the I seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass straight to
These kids started to drilling like they and willing
I gave em exactly no time to switch
Pulled out, to my man, out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to like this here
Seventy-two like as if I was on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip 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: Never show your
And flame it"
You playin life, wit a man who by the sword
And naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and on