Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Can Happen

Yeah...

[1] - shit can [8x]

[kon
Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
That's motherfuckers we back
slangin, orangatangin, wildin out on hoodrats
They say I act I'm too famous to say hi
And 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless...
You don't get it yet do you
Dealin out platinum or flop I put it through you
Wit a luger spit fire
And hit higher a pitch by a bitch like mariah
You think for one since we got a deal
That we won't deal wit you in of st andrew's still?
You gay rappers better learn
I won't until I see 'em turn back
If you don't slow that you got
You gon see these Runyon Ave. niggas 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 feelin real rowdy
Ready to and half the niggas I give 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 couldn't even
You and your madame, it's unexplainable how I have 'em
Who call theyself screamin a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you makin it off mere talent
My skills are deeply embedded even hoe said it
She was knock kneed I fucked her now bow legged
In the of rappin I drop the mic
And have a stare down and in the crowd and start scrappin
Kuniva and kon my nigga we get it crackin
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side

[hook: 1- in
artis]
Now this ain't funny so you dare laugh
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 gettin yo' ass kicked
'cause you talk too you ask for it
I'm on some massive shit, 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 me the gasoline for me
Pullin up slowly, your homie [crash]
You met alotta niggas which you wanna know me
Yo' ass might not even make it home wit 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 birth illegally
I the abortion immediately, surprise! aaaaah!

Picture me sittin in a jail cell
Or in a motel wit twelve shotguns
So when the cops come each hand's got one
Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as
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 flipped and censorship
Your friends flipped over the swift penmanship
Ever I spit some shit on infinite
I been givin it a hundred and ten
'cause when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on
Eighty percent of what I is innocent
Twenty percent is being hungry as sin
Ten's I love being under your skin
Yeah can happen, so stick to rappin
Quit the or i'ma lift the mack and
That can lead to mishap happenin
Skip the crap get the can of whoopass

[1- in background]

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