Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

Yo, the fact I'm down wit def squad's hard to determine
Till you see me hoppin out the coupe wit e
Or hoppin out the murray suburban
Or hoppin out the lex land wit redman, wildin and
My thought process is mysterious like the
My furious mindset is
Killin shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric
to stomp all over you hip-hop conference
Landed in an unidentified flying
Turn you into an unidentified carcus
The smell of raw make you nauseous
arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My sting like after haircuts when
The alcohol is applied to the raw
So wanna battle get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like
You had a bad bitch, I the back twist
I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the passage
Dug her out all day, changed my sperm dna
Now she got nobody to
I been spittin raw, what the fuck you think I'm for
Throw me in jail, do a prison tour
For wannabe hard niggaz, niggaz
Wit they heads to big for they to support niggaz
Three in the squad me equal four members
An extra addition for any special mission
Man

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these niggaz on some shit
Keith murray, ain't no stoppin it uhh

murray]
Let me draw a brief description of what
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 by wit the metal hook
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my
A bitch fainted 'cause she I enjoyed 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 open on any trains now
You may never know in your shadow
You ass niggaz just best 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 regret like
Blast you in your face and your vest
I'm and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen
to let you pussies know how I'm livin
'cause I return the jedi, wit my dead eye
Leave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in
Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make niggaz wanna wet it
up, got me ready to set it

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Seems I steps wit
To any bitch who think nice in this profession
What? what you your wrecking?
I break stlye down to little fragments
The pain is permanent, so spare the embarassment
Buck-fifty 'cross the
by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you flows is based around clothes
But deja vu got something for you stankin
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin
Before the thought even
I wanna see red, blood a chicken head
I wild the fuck out like the grateful dead
This wild must run in my genes
my sister's in the county
And my brother came home from green
I strike the black widow, through the underground radio
Kiddo and still dirty ditto