Luyện nghe bài hát Snakes

Now number two, the snake style
He was known as the snake
He had the speed of a

Niggaz is serpents out there
Snake style, no one compete
will bite
Lay outside, and then roll back into they holes
slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
Slither in the streets, of
In the streets of Queens, streets of the
Streets of in Island
Wherever you see em they
fearsome shit check it out

It broke me up when pat me on my shoulder
Said strong cuz his life is now over
I back to the heathens that he roll with
They shot him up and down knows shit
My peers, ears

Came up to me a eye full of tears
Last we was shootin dice and gettin nice
Kid us, played us for our merchandise
We in the hallway all day
Me, Steve, and Ray

at first they tried to rob me
Back me in the lobby, pull out the
came scotty, fragile body
My first impression, he returned from a
He was stagger, smellin' like Bacardi
The dragon, braggin, how he was mad hotties
Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a
He licked off, a dozen

Slugs from the cannon, that through my cousin
was standin when the nigga started bustin
Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator
That's the thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make of our home
two

Jagged edge, god, hard as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he give a damn about the manor
And on the block he was by the mommas and the grandmas
Indecent, heathen, juvenile

His weekends was frequently, locked inside the
His most recent cape for catchin
Was snatchin up snakes on a butt-naked hang em off like drapes
Then ask what's the to the safe, with the brace
And those who didn't they fell straight to their face
blade sharp who invades the dark

And raid more than spays and narc's iron heart like Tony Starks
A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the
And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin the sirens
Greetin niggaz he with a pound, and a bear hug
Those who wanted life, they catch a slug the snub

A five percent, who all was one to ten
He loved the gods with his heart but his was filled with sin
And when he came niggaz be lookin out
he gets shot or token out,
Or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn
In PC, on a diet, but he was louder than a riot
Number two, the

Do the knowledge to a named Frigga
Bad rude boy the land of Jamaica
visions to venture, to the US
To receive the that he couldn't acheive
In his country, though he sold mad weed
For the man, who was the don of the clan
actin like they got the block locked
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat

But I be the rudest, bad boy gun totin
Shots out like a violent explosion
At the nigga, who tries to stop my
Intervene the scene and up the cream
of that black, east New York, gun talk
Niggaz I extort Baltic to Boardwalk
Memories of injuries wounds and

through the streets of Medina I stand firm
Because I know this, means I can hold mine down
Without a doubt, niggaz who front, get out
must be born there's no escape
Because a can't be reformed so I wait
Comin in the name to proclaim your for protection
And you don't know no lessons?
Number two, the

Bad, bad, Brown
Baddest man in the damn town
Badder than the blue sea
Badder you and me
Niggaz threw the trees, like a salamander, bitin
Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black
The style I'm the fuck my name, who I be?
Fuck the game, it's all about the
Owahhaerahh, I get high with the meth
Then I turn to the killah
When it comes o'clock!
I turn into the demon

Yo that shit
Number two, the
Show these motherfuckers time it is
Number two, the
the bad ass?
Whose the bad
Now two
He the snake style
He was known as the snake

Lyrics, never waitin, days, penetrated
When I with the roughness, mad niggaz try to rush this
Slip into my killings, then I slays and helpless
When I try to sick, it's ya cub grafted six
for the kill, knowing the style that's I'll
When I drop, skills, brothers say, buddah chill!

I don't need to rhyme no more, know
To all the Wu Tang members
The Ghostface Killer, the Gza, the Rza, the Ol' Dirty
The Method Man, the Chef Raekwon, Deck, you God