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 hoppin out the murray suburban
Or hoppin out the lex land wit redman, and cursin
My process is mysterious like the lochness
My furious mindset is
Killin shit like a millitant prehistoric monster
Comin to stomp all over you conference
Landed in an flying object
Turn you into an frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh you nauseous
Acidest arsonist, burnin your to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting after haircuts when
The alcohol is to the raw skin
So whoever 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 asshole to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day, then my sperm dna
Now she got to blame
I been spittin raw, what the fuck you think I'm for
Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison
For wannabe hard niggaz, insecure
Wit heads to big for they neck to support niggaz
Three in the squad me equal four members
An addition for any special force mission
Man

sermon]
Ain't these niggaz on shit
Keith murray, ain't no stoppin it uhh

murray]
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 nigga got as I look
I caught the guy runnin by wit the metal hook
Blew his back open, gushed on my face
A bitch fainted 'cause she I enjoyed the taste
The case is I split your melon
And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken
I'm wildin for long island, I turned and charles ferguson
And open on any trains now
You may know who's in your shadow
You punk ass just best stay shallow
And hollow, if you wanna live to see
'cause no sun comin out tomorrow
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 recognition and niggaz to
to let you pussies know how I'm livin
'cause I like the jedi, wit my dead eye
niggaz to die, peace 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

vu]
Seems I wit aggression
To any who think they nice in this profession
what you think your wrecking?
I your stlye down to little fragments
The pain is permanent, so yourself the embarassment
Buck-fifty the face
Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to
I noticed all you bitches flows is around clothes
But deja vu got something for you hoes
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish of bringin beef
Before the even finishes
I wanna see red, from a chicken head
'for I wild the out like the grateful dead
wild style must run in my genes
Because my in the county
And my brother just home from green
I strike like the widow, through the underground radio
and still stack dirty ditto