Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Can Happen

Yeah...

[1] - shit can happen

[kon
Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
That's right we back
slangin, orangatangin, wildin out on hoodrats
They say I act like I'm too to say hi
And tell 'em what my name is but I'm still nameless...
You niggas get it yet do you
Dealin out platinum or flop I still put it you
Wit a that'll spit fire
And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like
You think for one second we got a deal
we won't deal wit you in front of st andrew's still?
You gay rappers better learn
I stop until I see 'em turn back
If you don't slow roll you got
You gon see these Runyon Ave. niggas really need some prozac
Fo' that, ask the others
But gator lay you down next to your mother's grandmother

You know I'm feelin real tonight
Ready to fight and half the niggas I dap to I don't even like
The cat who never gave a damn about your name
I a fuck about it like the next sellin clippers' game
I kill you in ways you even fathom
You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I 'em
Who call screamin about a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you barely makin it off talent
My skills are deeply even your hoe said it
She was knock kneed I fucked her now bow legged
In the middle of rappin I the mic
And have a stare and jump in the crowd and start scrappin
and kon artis my nigga we get it crackin
While the paramedics you up we on the side laughin

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[kon
Now this ain't so don't you dare laugh
can happen in him and yo' ass
You can be touched don't you can't
'cause niggas ain't around no more man [repeat]

[swifty
The feds hold me, I hold feds
I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my
Rainin acid, you can't refrain from yo' ass kicked
'cause you talk too you ask for it
I'm on massive shit, everybody ignore me
They wouldn't with me if I was performin at an orgy
These niggas get confronted, then they stories
I touch you then they thinkin everything is dory
I even have you pour me the for me
Pullin up slowly, cocktailin' your homie
You met alotta niggas which you wouldn't know me
Yo' ass might not make it home wit your rollie
Don't even try, in your like e coli
Tryin to beef with me, please yo' people die
I'm so wicked that my mama birth illegally
I survived the immediately, surprise! aaaaah!

Picture me in a jail cell rottin
Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve
So when the cops come each hand's got one
Cocked, to dump slugs heavy as shotputs
One man army, can't harm me
Young and army, worse than my ronnie
Ever since I got my gun pulled on me
I stop carryin out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers and censorship
Your friends just flipped the swift penmanship
Ever since I spit some on infinite
I been givin it a hundred and ten
'cause when I'm bent of my energy's spent on enemies
Eighty percent of what I is innocent
Twenty percent is from being as sin
Ten's because I being under your skin
shit can happen, so stick to rappin
Quit the yappin or i'ma lift the and
That can lead to another mishap
the crap get the can of whoopass crackin

[1- continues in

It can and it (nigga)
Fuck with amityville and you die
spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies
With personalities split
Fuckin you up wit hit hit
Stickin you up with after clip
Makin you suck after dick
motherfuckin dozen
The kon artis, motherfuckin peter s. bizarre, swifty mcvay, the
father fuckin harry
Puttin you in a cemetery, you get buried
All you of you suck our motherfuckin cocks
We are not playin, we are not
We are not bullshittin, this is not a joke...