Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

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

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

Comin' to stomp all over you conference
Landed in an unidentified object
Turn you an unidentified frying carcus
The of raw flesh make you nauseous
Acidest arsonist, burnin' your to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting after haircuts when
The alcohol is to the raw skin

So wanna battle get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered, 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 changed my DNA
Now she got to blame
I been spittin' raw, what the fuck you I'm livin' for

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

Ain't these niggaz on shit
Keith Murray, ain't no stoppin' it uhh

Let me draw a description of what happened
I was rappin', got the scrappin', guns got the clappin'
degrees I was separated
Have bullets metal, bodies decapitated
Gush, a nigga got struck as I

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

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

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

'Cuz I return the Jedi, with my dead eye
Leave niggaz to die, to niggaz up in bed-stuy
Oh-ah, this that type of shit that them niggaz wanna wet it
up, got me ready 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 yourself the
Buck-fifty the face

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

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