Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

Yo, the fact that I'm wit def squad's hard to determine
you see me hoppin out the coupe wit e sermon
Or hoppin out the keith suburban
Or hoppin out the lex land wit redman, and cursin
My thought process is mysterious like the
My mindset is complex
Killin shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric
Comin to stomp all over you hip-hop
Landed in an unidentified flying
Turn you an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh make you
arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting like after haircuts
The is applied to the raw skin
So whoever battle get blasted
Get your enamel shattered, shitted on like pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the back
I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the 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 they heads to big for they to support niggaz
Three in the plus me equal four members
An extra addition for any special force
Man

[erick
Ain't niggaz on some shit
Keith murray, canibus ain't no it uhh

murray]
Let me a brief description of what happened
I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the
Three-fifty-seven I was separated
Have bullets deflected metal, bodies
Gush! a nigga got struck as I
I the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook
Blew his back open, blood on my face
A bitch fainted she seen I enjoyed the taste
The is that I split your melon
And feed it to the jigga-boos wit chicken wings
I'm wildin for long island, I turned and took charles
And open on any trains now
You may never know who's in shadow
You punk ass niggaz just best shallow
And hollow, if you wanna to see tomorrow
ain't no sun comin out tomorrow
Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz might like
Blast you in face and disregard your vest
I'm pissin and off of recognition and niggaz to listen
to let you pussies know how I'm livin
'cause I return like the jedi, wit my eye
niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in bed-stuy
Oh-ah, this that type of shit make them niggaz wanna wet it
up, got me ready to set it

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