Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

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

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

Comin' to all over you hip-hop conference
Landed in an flying object
Turn you an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw make you nauseous
Acidest arsonist, burnin' your bones to carbon and
My metaphors like after haircuts when
The is applied to the raw skin

So whoever wanna get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered, on like pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the back
I stuck my dick in from 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 fuck you I'm livin' for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For I the fuck out like the grateful dead ha
This wild must run in my genes
Because my in the county
And my brother just came from green
I strike like the widow, through the underground radio
Kitto and still stack dirty