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

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

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

Check it, I'm the man, who they mention
Notice, that niggaz rap styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for verse Tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff ignites stimulation
Inside ya, 'cause I be that house over
Forgot in the that be deep as the Poseidon
Adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin
For the sickness, that be spreadin the quickness
Remedies, cousin I be on my enemies
Penalty, then I forties to they memories
Emotion, rushin through down street vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my

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

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

What's that rhythm that sound
Party people getting
it hit the baddest man
Just breathe in, then
And keep it movin, baby keep it
I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it uh
And keep it movin, we be movin uh
And keep it movin, you we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it
Baby we be movin, you we keep it moo RARHRAH

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

Throw your in the sky
And wave em from to side
And if ready to spark up the Meth-Tical
Let me hear you say

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