Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

Yo, this right here, is some shit, some serious shit

Yo, the fact that I'm down with Def Squad's to determine
Till you see me out the coupe with E Sermon
Or hoppin' out the Murray suburban
Or hoppin' out the Lex with Redman, wildin' and cursin'
My process is mysterious like the lochness
My furious is complex
Killin' like a carnivorous militant prehistoric monster

Comin' to stomp all you hip-hop conference
in an unidentified flying object
Turn you into an unidentified carcus
The smell of raw make you nauseous
Acidest arsonist, your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting like haircuts when
The alcohol is to the raw skin

So whoever wanna get blasted
Get your enamel shattered, shitted on like pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the back
I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal
Dug her out all day, then my sperm DNA
Now she got nobody to
I been spittin' raw, the fuck you think I'm livin' for

Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison
For wannabe hard niggaz, insecure
With heads to big for they neck to support niggaz
Three in the squad me equal four members
An addition for any special force mission, man listen

Ain't these on some shit
Keith Murray, Canibus ain't no it uhh

Let me draw a description of what happened
I was rappin', niggaz got the scrappin', got the clappin'
Three-fifty-seven degrees I was
Have bullets deflected metal, decapitated
Gush, a nigga got struck as I

I caught the next guy runnin' by the metal hook
his back open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch fainted 'cuz she seen I enjoyed the
The case is that I split melon
And feed it to the jigga-boos wit chicken wings

I'm wildin' for long island, I turned and Charles Ferguson
And open on any trains now
You may know who's in your shadow
You punk ass niggaz just best stay
And hollow, if you wanna live to see

ain't no sun comin' out tomorrow
Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz regret like
Blast you in face and disregard your vest
I'm pissin' and dissin' off of and niggaz to listen
Just to let you pussies how I'm livin'

'Cuz I like the Jedi, with my dead eye
Leave niggaz to die, peace to up in bed-stuy
Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz wet it
Word up, got me to set it

Seems I steps aggression
To any bitch who think they nice in this
What you think you're wrecking?
I break style down to little fragments
The is permanent, so spare yourself the embarrassment
Buck-fifty 'cross the

Followed by knife to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you bitches flows is based clothes
But Deja Vu got something for you hoes
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin'
Before the even finishes
I wanna see red, blood from a chicken

For I wild the fuck out like the dead ha
This style must run in my genes
Because my sister's in the
And my brother just came home from
I strike like the black widow, through the radio
Kitto and still stack ditto