Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

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

[Bizzy
Someone caught stressin, 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
with a pump and a church killer
worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, up for the unsolved, deployed
Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you niggaz
Rollin with plantations on of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will you up
We pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, they pump
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got
Come to the light, to the darkness, glance at BB baby
I don't a fuck; I, don't give a fuck

Bizzy]
Haha, motherfucker...
These hoe-ass niggaz wanna see me nigga
In the cross section bitch
I'll on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker!
You hoes just don't know, do you
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 you'd ask
For the strategy, tragic when they capture me
the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with blasphemy and cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta like but I'm a soldier
the wickedest witch in the West have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, over Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I go as quiet as a mouse
did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the
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 seein (seein things)

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

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

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