Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

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

[Bizzy
Someone caught stressin, in the chest
and he started flamin out of his
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the on 123rd
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 baby boy, showin up for the unsolved,
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, Angel she was so small
the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin the shore
Pray redemption, slaves, you house niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' nigga
I don't give a fuck (nigga what you wanna do nigga?)
I, fucked you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in walkin off, slow - it I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, at BB baby
I don't give a I, don't give a fuck

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

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

[Interlude: Bizzy
Bitch (I on seein things)
And I my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, all these demons (I keep on seein things)
Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, things)

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

Bizzy Bone]
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the motherfucker! (It was all a...)
Fuck all 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, hell
And I spoke my mind and it me motherfucker [fades out]