Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

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

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

Comin' to stomp all you hip-hop conference
Landed in an unidentified flying
you into an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh make you
Acidest arsonist, burnin' your to carbon and phosphorus
My sting like after haircuts when
The is applied to the raw skin

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

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

these niggaz on some shit
Keith Murray, Canibus no stoppin' it uhh

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

I caught the guy runnin' by with the metal hook
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my
A bitch fainted 'cuz she seen I the taste
The case is that I split melon
And feed it to the wit fried chicken wings

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

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

I return 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 wanna wet it
Word up, got me to set it

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

Followed by knife wounds to the for you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you bitches flows is based around
But Deja Vu got something for you stankin'
Studio bitches I diminish ideas of bringin' beef
the thought even finishes
I wanna see red, blood from a chicken

For I wild the fuck out 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 like the black widow, through the underground radio
Kitto and still stack ditto