Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't these niggaz on some
Keith Murray, Canibus no stoppin' it uhh

Let me draw a description of what happened
I was rappin', niggaz got the scrappin', guns got the
Three-fifty-seven I was separated
Have bullets deflected metal, bodies
Gush, a got struck as I look

I the next guy runnin' by with 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 wit fried chicken wings

I'm for long island, I turned and took Charles Ferguson
And open on any trains now
You may never know in your shadow
You punk ass just best stay shallow
And hollow, if you wanna live to see

'Cuz ain't no sun 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 recognition and to listen
to let you pussies know how I'm livin'

'Cuz I return the Jedi, with my dead eye
niggaz to die, peace to niggaz 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 with
To any who think they nice in this profession
What? What you you're wrecking?
I break your down to little fragments
The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the
Buck-fifty the face

Followed by knife to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you bitches flows is around clothes
But Deja Vu got something for you stankin'
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of beef
Before the thought even
I wanna see red, blood from a head

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