Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

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

[Bizzy
caught stressin, dead in the chest
and he flamin 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 and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved,
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still through the shore
Pray redemption, slaves, you house niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, yo' crouch nigga
I give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, fucked you up
We pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (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 off, slow - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB
I give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck

Bizzy]
Haha, motherfucker...
hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin cross bitch
I'll BUST on you 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, out my neck
With thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless
Then I suggest ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, when they capture me
When the cops SEARCH, the anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta like but I'm a soldier
the witch in the West can't have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the
Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances, what, I'm in Kansas; it was all a dream
Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, seein things (seein things)

Bizzy Bone]
Bitch (I keep on things)
And I spoke my and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, 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, get rich for the trial and now
Better than God realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't
The sinnin the killin now
and then gets in the middle together
And they tell the it good to be back from prison
but don't nobody him but them niggaz around the globe
And the was money was gold
but he went nutty when because he was out of the gully
With nothin but 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 erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me
you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle
and medallions, diamonds in the
Ghettoish bastards much faster than the average asses
in the out of the battlefield

Bizzy Bone]
I'll on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)
all these demons (It was all a...)
And I spoke my and it liberated me motherfucker
all these demons
(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]