Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

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

[Bizzy
Someone 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
a double-edge pump and a church killer
don't worship and the got bored
for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
Grippin the of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, yo' crouch nigga
I don't 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 I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, they pump
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got
to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby
I don't give a fuck; I, don't a fuck

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

Bone]
Literally, possessed, I got veins, out my neck
With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all
Then I suggest you'd ask
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 like 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 might go as as a mouse
Never did lie, and green, never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be by the Ouija
Yellow Road was greetin the king
take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a dream
Now I clack my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things)

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

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

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