Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

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

[Bizzy
caught stressin, dead in the chest
and he started out of his breath
Haven't you Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a
with a double-edge and a church killer
don't worship and the cops got
Fillin for baby boy, up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the was killin Dotty
a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house
with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
I give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, fucked you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got
Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB
I don't a fuck; I, don't give a fuck

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

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

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

[Bizzy
Little for the music
Wally, which get rich for the and now
Better than God realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the middle ballin we stop
The sinnin the killin now
and then nobody gets in the middle
And they the nigga it good to be back from prison
but don't feel 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
nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
No one will touch me, one wait they rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I even erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me
Snatch you, we havin a blast, you like cattle
and medallions, diamonds in the
bastards runnin much 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...)
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 out]