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 keith murray
Or out the lex land wit redman, wildin and cursin
My thought process is mysterious the lochness
My mindset is complex
shit like a carniverous 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 bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting like after haircuts
The alcohol is applied to the raw
So whoever battle get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on pampers
You had a bad bitch, I the back twist
I stuck my in everything from asshole to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day, changed 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 niggaz, insecure niggaz
Wit they heads to big for neck to support niggaz
Three in the squad plus me equal four
An extra addition for any special mission
Man

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

[keith
Let me draw a brief of what happened
I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the
Three-fifty-seven degrees I was
Have bullets metal, bodies decapitated
Gush! a got struck as I look
I caught the next guy by wit the metal hook
Blew his back open, blood on my face
A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I enjoyed the
The case is that I split melon
And it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings
I'm wildin for island, I turned and took charles ferguson
And open fire on any now
You may know who's in your shadow
You punk ass just best stay shallow
And hollow, if you live to see tomorrow
'cause ain't no sun out tomorrow
Yo, I might do y'all niggaz might regret like
Blast you in face and disregard your vest
I'm pissin and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to
Just to let you pussies how I'm livin
'cause I return the jedi, wit my dead eye
Leave niggaz to die, to niggaz up in bed-stuy
Oh-ah, this that of shit 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 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 the face
Followed by knife to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
I noticed all you bitches is based around clothes
But deja vu got for you stankin hoes
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of beef
the thought even finishes
I see red, blood from a chicken head
'for I the fuck out like the grateful dead
This wild style run in my genes
Because my in the county
And my brother just home from green
I like the black widow, through the underground radio
Kiddo and stack dirty ditto