Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

[Intro: Bizzy
Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, 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 City motherfucker
Nigga I don't a fuck nigga, can't 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, got shot and I got, to find a murderer
a double-edge pump and a church killer
don't worship and the cops got
Fillin for boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
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 rollin through the shore
redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, fucked 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; for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in off, slow - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, at BB baby
I don't a fuck; I, don't give a fuck

[Interlude:
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 hoes just don't know, do you
Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm you...

Bone]
Literally, possessed, I got veins, out my neck
With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all
I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the strategy, tragic when they capture me
the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm like Dorothy but I'm a soldier
the witch in the West can't have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, over Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, 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, he-he-he things (seein things)

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

Bone]
Little Confucious for the
Wally, which get for the trial and now
than God devise realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the ballin we won't stop
The sinnin the killin now
and then nobody gets in the together
And they the nigga it good to be back from prison
but don't nobody feel him but niggaz around the globe
And the mission was money was
but he went nutty money because he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls, better us and touch
No one touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough
Got him at last but I corrupt, I don't even 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, diamonds in the
Ghettoish runnin 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 mind and it liberated me
Fuck all demons
(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream)
And I spoke my mind, hell
And I my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades out]