Luyện nghe bài hát Release Yo' Self (prodigy Mix)

When I stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass niggaz in the
Your careers be lasting long

When I first on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you ass niggaz in the industry
Your won't be lasting long

it, I'm the fuckin man, who they mention
Notice, that niggaz rap styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical
Blazin, the stuff that ignites
Inside ya, 'cause I be that house water
in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
Adventure, niggaz need to touch they picture
For the sickness, that be spreadin the quickness
Remedies, I be doin on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to they
Emotion, through your down street vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my

(Tical ti-cal, ti-cal )
As I keep it movin, we keep it uh
Keep it movin, and keep it uh
Keep it movin we be movin uh
it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH
What's that rhythm what's sound
people getting down
When it hit the man
Just release, yo

My God, somebody it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
To a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man with the Clan
I be comin, for the you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to
Serial, killa, style Big Isle
No Stat, my are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want
about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't no mo'
What is it? Niggaz they bigga
Cause got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down a Mystic
Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the
But he don't the hassle
we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the tent when I'm to your town
man, the rental, God, the pistol
YAH! If you don't a burn from glock
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck
Here, no more will be made
Unless it's being by hoes

What's that rhythm what's sound
Party getting down
When it hit the man
Just in, till then
And it movin, baby keep it movin
I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it uh
And keep it movin, baby we be uh
And keep it movin, you we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, you we keep it movin
Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo

When I first stepped on the scene, was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass in the industry
Your careers won't be lasting

Throw hands in the sky
And em from side to side
And if you're to spark up the Meth-Tical
Let me hear you say

When I first on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you
And all you ass niggaz in the industry
Your careers be lasting long