Luyện nghe bài hát Seeing Things

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

Bone]
Someone caught stressin, dead in the
and he started flamin out of his
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a
with a pump and a church killer
don't worship and the got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved,
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little she was so small
Grippin the bottle of and the alcohol was killin Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house
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 gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til pump
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got
Come to the light, then to the darkness, at BB baby
I give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck

Bizzy]
Haha, motherfucker...
These hoe-ass niggaz wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin cross bitch
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the motherfucker!
You hoes just know, do you boy?
Heh, I'm you boy, I'm tellin you...

Bone]
Literally, possessed, I got veins, out my neck
With thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless
I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the strategy, tragic when they capture me
When the cops SEARCH, the auto cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with blasphemy and they 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 look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put
Put a in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the
Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a
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 my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, fuck all demons (I keep on seein things)
none 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 in the middle ballin we won't stop
The foul sinnin the now
and then nobody gets in the middle
And they the nigga it good to be back from prison
but don't nobody him but them niggaz around the globe
And the mission was money was
but he went nutty when money he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and
No one will touch me, one 'til they rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't erupt
(Creep on Ah Up), what up
in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Snatch you, we havin a blast, you like cattle
and medallions, diamonds in the
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average
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 my mind, hell yeah
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades