Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

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

[Bizzy
caught stressin, dead in the chest
and he started flamin out of his
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the on 123rd
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a
with a double-edge pump and a church
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 gasoline and the alcohol was killin
a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you niggaz
Rollin with plantations on of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
I don't a fuck (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 I'll bust, my gun; and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til money 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 give a I, don't give a fuck

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

[Bizzy
Literally, possessed, I got veins, out my neck
With original thugs and a checklist, got 'em all breathless
I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, 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 sorta like Dorothy but I'm a
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 quiet as a
Never did lie, ready and green, so loud, quiet indeed
the man be attend by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the
take chances, what, I'm back 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, which get for the trial 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 tell the it good to be back from prison
but don't nobody feel him but them around the globe
And the mission was was gold
but he went nutty when money because he was out of the
nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
No one will touch me, one wait 'til rough enough
Got him at but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin me somethin
Snatch you, we a blast, you tattered like cattle
and medallions, diamonds in the
Ghettoish bastards runnin 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 me motherfucker
Fuck all these
(It was all a dream dream... dream... dream dream)
And I spoke my mind, yeah
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me [fades out]