Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

[Intro: Bizzy
Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flow, fuck them boys
Man, if you niggaz gon' do 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?!

Bone]
Someone caught stressin, in the chest
and he started out of his breath
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
don't worship and the got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved,
Little leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
Grippin the bottle of and the alcohol was killin Dotty
a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you niggaz
with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
I give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you (God)
Ante up and bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they
But in walkin off, slow - it I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, at BB baby
I give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck

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

Bone]
Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my
With original thugs and a checklist, got 'em all breathless
Then I you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, when they capture me
the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta Dorothy but I'm a soldier
the witch in the West can't have me
the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I go as quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, so loud, quiet indeed
the man be attend by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the
Gotta take chances, what, I'm in Kansas; it was all a dream
Now I clack my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things)

Bizzy Bone]
Bitch (I keep on things)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I on seein things)
yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things)
Can't none of you stop me! (seein things, seein things)

Bone]
Little Confucious for the
Wally, which get rich for the and now
than God devise realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the middle ballin we stop
The foul sinnin the now
and then nobody gets in the middle
And they tell the nigga it to be back from prison
but don't nobody him but them niggaz around the globe
And the mission was money was
but he nutty when money because he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and
No one will me, one wait 'til they rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin me somethin
Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered cattle
and medallions, in the gallo
bastards runnin much faster than the average asses
in the shadows out of the

[Outro: Bone]
I'll on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)
Fuck all these (It was all a...)
And I spoke my and it liberated me motherfucker
Fuck all these
(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream)
And I my mind, hell yeah
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker out]