Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Can Happen

Yeah...

[1] - can happen [8x]

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

You know I'm real rowdy tonight
Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I even like
The same cat who never gave a damn about your
I gives a about it like the next sellin clippers' game
I kill you in ways you couldn't fathom
You and your madame, it's unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call screamin about a challenge
Nigga we got a gift you barely makin it off mere talent
My skills are deeply even your hoe said it
She was kneed I fucked her now she's bow legged
In the of rappin I drop the mic
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and 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 ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
Shit can in him and yo' ass
You can be touched don't think you
'cause niggas ain't fuckin around no man [repeat]

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

Picture me sittin in a jail cell
Or barricaded in a motel wit shotguns
So the cops come knockin each hand's got one
Cocked, ready to dump slugs as shotputs
One man army, can't harm me
Young and army, than my uncle ronnie
Ever I got my first gun pulled on me
I can't stop out my dirty laundry
fingers flipped and censorship
Your friends just flipped over the penmanship
Ever I spit some shit on infinite
I been it a hundred and ten percent
'cause when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on
Eighty percent of I invent is innocent
Twenty is from being hungry as sin
Ten's I love being under your skin
Yeah shit can happen, so stick to
the yappin or i'ma lift the mack and
That can lead to another mishap
Skip the crap get the can of whoopass

[1- in background]

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