Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

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

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

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

So whoever 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 asshole to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day, changed my sperm DNA
Now she got to blame
I been spittin' raw, what the fuck you I'm livin' for

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

Ain't niggaz 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, decapitated
Gush, a nigga got as I look

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

I'm wildin' for long island, I turned and took Ferguson
And open on any trains now
You may know who's in your shadow
You punk ass niggaz just stay shallow
And hollow, if you live to see tomorrow

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

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

I steps with aggression
To any who think they nice in this profession
What? What you think wrecking?
I break your style down to little
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 flows is based around clothes
But Deja Vu got something for you hoes
Studio bitches I diminish ideas of bringin' beef
Before the even finishes
I see red, blood from a chicken head

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