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 wit e sermon
Or out the keith murray suburban
Or hoppin out the lex wit redman, wildin and cursin
My thought process is like the lochness
My furious mindset is
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 you nauseous
arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting after haircuts when
The alcohol is to the raw skin
So whoever wanna get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on pampers
You had a bad bitch, I the back twist
I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal
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 neck to niggaz
Three in the squad plus me four members
An extra addition for any special mission
Man

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

[keith
Let me draw a brief description of what
I was rappin, got the scrappin, guns got the clappin
degrees I was separated
Have bullets deflected metal, bodies
Gush! a nigga got struck as I
I caught the next guy by wit the metal hook
his back open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I the taste
The case is that I your melon
And it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings
I'm for long island, I turned and took charles ferguson
And fire on any trains now
You may never know who's in your
You punk ass niggaz best stay shallow
And hollow, if you wanna to see tomorrow
'cause ain't no sun comin out
Yo, I might do something niggaz might regret like
Blast you in your and disregard your vest
I'm and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen
Just to let you know how I'm livin
I return like the jedi, wit my dead eye
Leave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in
Oh-ah, this that of shit that make them niggaz wanna wet it
up, got me ready to set it

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Seems I wit aggression
To any bitch who they nice in this profession
What? what you your wrecking?
I break your stlye down to little
The is permanent, so spare yourself the embarassment
Buck-fifty the face
Followed by knife to the chest for you attempt to retaliate
I all you bitches flows is based around clothes
But deja vu got for you stankin hoes
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of beef
Before the even finishes
I see red, blood from a chicken head
'for I the fuck out like the grateful dead
This wild must run in my genes
my sister's in the county
And my brother just came from green
I strike like the widow, through the underground radio
Kiddo and still stack ditto