Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Can Happen

Yeah...

[1] - shit can [8x]

[kon
Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
right motherfuckers we back
Same slangin, orangatangin, out on hoodrats
They say I act I'm too famous to say hi
And tell 'em my name is but really I'm still nameless...
You don't get it yet do you
Dealin out platinum or I still put it through you
Wit a that'll spit fire
And hit than a pitch by a bitch like mariah
You for one second since we got a deal
That we won't deal wit you in front of st andrew's
You gay rappers better that
I won't stop until I see 'em back
If you slow that roll you got
You gon see these Runyon Ave. that 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 rowdy tonight
to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don't even like
The same cat who never gave a damn your name
I gives a fuck about it like the next sellin clippers'
I kill you in ways you couldn't fathom
You and your madame, really unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call theyself screamin a challenge
we got a gift while you barely makin it off mere talent
My skills are deeply embedded even hoe said it
She was knock I fucked her now she's bow legged
In the middle of I drop the mic
And have a stare and jump in the crowd and start scrappin
Kuniva and kon artis my we get it crackin
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side

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

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

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

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