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 hoppin' out the with E Sermon
Or out the Keith Murray suburban
Or hoppin' out the Lex Land Redman, wildin' and cursin'
My thought is mysterious like the lochness
My furious mindset is
Killin' shit a carnivorous militant prehistoric monster

Comin' to stomp all you hip-hop conference
Landed in an flying object
you into an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh 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 battle get blasted
Get your teeth shattered, shitted on like pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the twist
I stuck my dick in everything from 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 hard niggaz, insecure niggaz
With they heads to big for they neck to niggaz
in the squad plus me equal four members
An extra 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 brief description of happened
I was rappin', niggaz got the scrappin', guns got the
degrees I was separated
Have bullets deflected metal, bodies
Gush, a got struck as I look

I caught the next guy runnin' by with the hook
Blew his back open, blood on my face
A bitch 'cuz she seen I enjoyed the taste
The case is that I split your
And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried wings

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

'Cuz no sun comin' out tomorrow
Yo, I do something y'all niggaz might regret like
Blast you in your face and disregard vest
I'm pissin' and dissin' off of and niggaz to listen
Just to let you pussies how I'm livin'

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

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

Followed by wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you flows is based around clothes
But Deja Vu got for you stankin' hoes
gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin' beef
Before the thought finishes
I wanna see red, from a chicken head

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