Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

Yo, the fact that I'm down wit def squad's to determine
Till you see me out the coupe wit e sermon
Or out the keith murray suburban
Or hoppin out the lex land wit redman, and cursin
My thought process is mysterious the lochness
My furious is complex
shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monster
Comin to stomp all you hip-hop conference
Landed in an flying object
you into an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw make you nauseous
arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting like after haircuts
The alcohol is applied to the raw
So whoever wanna battle get
Get teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like pampers
You had a bad bitch, I the back twist
I stuck my dick in everything from to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day, then my sperm dna
Now she got to blame
I been spittin raw, the fuck you think I'm livin for
Throw me in jail, do a prison tour
For hard niggaz, insecure niggaz
Wit they heads to big for they neck to support
Three in the squad plus me equal four
An extra addition for any special force
Man

sermon]
Ain't niggaz on some shit
Keith murray, canibus ain't no it uhh

[keith
Let me draw a brief of what happened
I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, got the clappin
Three-fifty-seven degrees I was
Have deflected metal, bodies decapitated
Gush! a got struck as I look
I the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook
Blew his back open, gushed on my face
A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I enjoyed the
The case is I split your melon
And it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings
I'm wildin for long island, I turned and took ferguson
And fire on any trains now
You may know who's in your shadow
You ass niggaz just best stay shallow
And hollow, if you live to see tomorrow
'cause no sun comin out tomorrow
Yo, I might do something niggaz might regret like
Blast you in your and disregard your vest
I'm pissin and off of recognition and niggaz to listen
Just to let you know how I'm livin
'cause I like the jedi, wit my dead eye
Leave niggaz to die, to niggaz up in bed-stuy
Oh-ah, this that type of that make them niggaz wanna wet it
Word up, got me to set it

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Seems I wit aggression
To any bitch who think they nice in profession
What? what you think wrecking?
I break stlye down to little fragments
The pain is permanent, so yourself 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 hoes
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
This wild style must run in my
my sister's in the county
And my just came home from green
I strike the black widow, through the underground radio
Kiddo and still stack ditto