Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

[Intro: Bizzy
Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, them boys
Man, if you gon' do somethin man
(Hit that shit right there nigga) do some shit nigga
We can turn motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker
I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?!

[Bizzy
Someone stressin, dead in the chest
and he started flamin out of his
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to a murderer
with a double-edge and a church killer
worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin the shore
redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will you up
We gettin in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in walkin off, - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB
I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a

[Interlude:
Haha, motherfucker...
These hoe-ass don't wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin cross section
I'll on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker!
You just don't know, do you boy?
Heh, I'm you boy, I'm tellin you...

[Bizzy
Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my
With original thugs and a checklist, got 'em all breathless
I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they me
the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his
You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a
the wickedest witch in the West can't me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, over Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a
Never did lie, and green, never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the
Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a
Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein (seein things)

[Interlude: Bizzy
(I keep on seein things)
And I spoke my mind and it me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things)
Can't of you hoes stop me! (seein things, seein things)

[Bizzy
Confucious for the music
Wally, which get for the trial and now
Better than God realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the middle we won't stop
The foul the killin now
and then nobody in the middle together
And they tell the nigga it good to be back from
but don't nobody him but them niggaz around the globe
And the mission was money was
but he went nutty when money he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and
No one will touch me, one 'til they rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even
(Creep on Ah Come Up), up
in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Snatch you, we a blast, you tattered like cattle
and medallions, in the gallo
Ghettoish bastards runnin faster than the average asses
in the out of the battlefield

[Outro: Bizzy
I'll BUST on you on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)
all these demons (It was all a...)
And I my mind and it liberated me motherfucker
all these demons
(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream)
And I spoke my mind, yeah
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades