Luyện nghe bài hát Snakes

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

is like serpents out there
Snake style, no one could
Serpents will
Lay outside, and then they roll back into holes
They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New
in the streets, of Manhattan
In the of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of state in
Wherever you see em slither
fearsome shit check it out

It me up when they pat me on my shoulder
stay strong cuz his life is now over
I flash to the heathens that he roll with
They shot him up and nobody knows shit
My peers, ears

up to me with a eye full of tears
Last night we was dice and gettin nice
Kid rolled us, played us for our
We were in the all day
Me, Steve, and Ray

Probably at they tried to rob me
me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
Then came scotty, body
My first impression, he returned from a
He was just stagger, smellin' like
The dragon, braggin, how he was mad hotties
Pressed on the elevator button, all of a sudden
He off, about a dozen

Slugs from the cannon, that through my cousin
Nobody was standin the nigga started bustin
Blood to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last that I saw
Damn, we plan to grands of our home
two

Jagged edge, rockin god, as Stonehenge
Pledged crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't a damn about the manor
And on the block he was called by the mommas and the
Indecent, heathen, juvenile

His weekends was frequently, inside the precinct
His most recent cape for catchin
Was snatchin up snakes on a roof hang em off like drapes
Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the
And those who didn't reply they fell to their face
Razor sharp who invades the dark

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

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

Do the knowledge to a nigga Frigga
Bad rude boy from the land of
visions to venture, to the US
To receive the gold that he couldn't
In his country, even though he sold mad
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 steppin gun
Shots lash out like a violent
At the nigga, who tries to my production
Intervene the and slow up the cream
None of that black, east New York, gun
Niggaz I extort Baltic to Boardwalk
Memories of injuries and burns

Walkin through the streets of Medina I firm
Because I know this, which means I can hold mine
Without a doubt, who front, get snuffed out
Justice must be born no escape
Because a snake be reformed so I wait
Comin in the name to your fame for protection
And you don't no fuckin lessons?
two, the snake

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

Yo fuck shit
Number two, the
Show motherfuckers what time it is
Number two, the
the bad ass?
Whose the bad
Now two
He practiced the snake
He was known as the snake

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

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