Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

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

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

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

So whoever battle get blasted
Get your enamel shattered, shitted on like pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the back
I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal
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 hard niggaz, niggaz
With they heads to big for they to support niggaz
in the squad plus me equal four members
An addition for any special force mission, man listen

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

Let me draw a brief description of happened
I was rappin', niggaz got the scrappin', got the clappin'
Three-fifty-seven degrees I was
Have bullets deflected metal, bodies
Gush, a nigga got as I look

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

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

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

'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? you think you're wrecking?
I break your style down to fragments
The pain is permanent, so spare the embarrassment
'cross the face

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

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