Luyện nghe bài hát Secondz a Way

(first degree):
Shit changed, the strip got bigger
To make my ends I got the and the trigger
I get my swerve on with the 80 p
The bring out the nigga in this nigga
Got me huntin' with my musket, barred down substance
Bringin' my ruckus to the rival in rival clusters
I'm still givin' birth to perfect joints, I it steady
Still mixin' up with skeet sours, I like them
Heavy'll put a little bass in your
Yamps choice, no rolls royce but I it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch that costly shit
Bossy think she too flossy to trip
I'm muthafuckin' degree, not your average,
I'll your boulevard hoppin'
off when a baller pack a package of suckin'
Fuck you up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha dome in the trunk
As we donut, I dump, I too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons
Fools with no clues that to watch my aura glisten,
They still don't
I...i got pot that's hot to trot, can't stop, won't
I got lynch hung in my sniffin' for cops
I receipts of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at time
So go home, light the smoke, it's relax time

Now I apologize for on my mind
I been workin' and I got to unwind
About the j.o.a. in my brain
But I'm seconds away from goin'
Now I to lift away

(lynch):
Now you niggas I come sick like a lunatic
Man, they must be high they really don't know who they fuckin' with
I used to have them all out
Drink alize wine, then rhyme and smoke tweeds till we out
I got the out, no doubt,
'cause if it ain't about rappin', gunplay's gon'
'cause I'm tappin' at yo' window, off that indo, sacs than santana
Better check antenna on your radio or your stereo or your video
I'm not that pretty, but in the bedroom I'm critical
You got chance, now use
Hit you with the loaded album, coutesty of music
Evidently you got against me
Don't you me, minty smells of the 20 sac of indo, killafornia's best
Player haters die a slow death, slow

(ice-t):
I wear no chuck taylors and don't sag my pants
But I still lift the switch and make this 64
niggas with me now than I had in the hood
And they down for whatever and all to the good
Wish you would test my technique and heart, what?
Nigga, that, bitch nigga what? baby, duck!
What you wanna do now, ya from the floor
Nigga wanted beef, now he beef no more
how I'm coming 9-6, bitch, rich and mad
Hoes in bikinis, rag lambroginis, overseer runnin' mad
Creepers with beepers and spots for glocks
And under car escobar style, buck wild, you been there, you the terrain
Niggas go insane, tryin' to get the
I'm just on the streets with my peeps
And I'm livin' for the day I a punk on the creep, yeah