Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Can Happen

Yeah...

[1] - can happen [8x]

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

You know I'm feelin rowdy tonight
Ready to fight and the niggas I give dap to I don't even like
The same cat who gave a damn about your name
I gives a fuck about it like the next sellin clippers'
I you in ways you couldn't even fathom
You and your madame, it's really how I have 'em
Who theyself screamin about a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you barely it off mere talent
My skills are deeply even your hoe said it
She was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow
In the middle of rappin I the mic
And have a stare down and in the crowd and start scrappin
and kon artis my nigga we get it crackin
While the pick you up we on the side laughin

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artis]
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare
Shit can in him and yo' ass
You can be touched don't you can't
'cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more man

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

Picture me sittin in a cell rottin
Or barricaded in a wit twelve shotguns
So when the cops come knockin each got one
Cocked, ready to dump heavy as shotputs
One man army, can't harm me
Young and army, worse than my uncle
Ever I got my first gun pulled on me
I can't stop carryin out my laundry
Middle fingers and censorship
Your just flipped over the swift penmanship
Ever since I some shit on infinite
I been givin it a and ten percent
'cause when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on
Eighty percent of what I is innocent
percent is from being hungry as sin
Ten's because I love being under your
Yeah can happen, so stick to rappin
Quit the yappin or i'ma lift the and
That can lead to another mishap
Skip the crap get the can of crackin

[1- continues in

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