Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

Yo, the fact that I'm down wit def squad's to determine
Till you see me hoppin out the coupe wit e
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 monster
Comin to stomp all over you conference
Landed in an flying object
you into an unidentified frying carcus
The smell of raw flesh make you
Acidest arsonist, your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors like after haircuts when
The is applied to the raw skin
So wanna battle get blasted
Get teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like 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, 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 wannabe niggaz, insecure niggaz
Wit they heads to big for neck to support niggaz
Three in the squad plus me four members
An addition for any special force mission
Man

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Ain't these niggaz on some
Keith murray, canibus ain't no it uhh

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Let me draw a brief of what happened
I was rappin, got the scrappin, guns got the clappin
degrees I was separated
Have bullets metal, bodies decapitated
Gush! a nigga got struck as I
I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal
Blew his back open, blood on my face
A fainted 'cause she seen I enjoyed the taste
The case is I split your melon
And feed it to the wit fried chicken wings
I'm wildin for long island, I turned and took ferguson
And open fire on any now
You may never know who's in shadow
You punk ass niggaz just best shallow
And hollow, if you wanna live to see
'cause ain't no sun out tomorrow
Yo, I do something y'all niggaz might regret like
Blast you in your face and your vest
I'm and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen
Just to let you pussies how I'm livin
I return like the jedi, wit my dead eye
Leave niggaz to die, peace to up in bed-stuy
Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz wet it
Word up, got me to set it

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Seems I steps wit
To any bitch who think they in this profession
What? what you your wrecking?
I break your stlye to little fragments
The pain is permanent, so spare the embarassment
Buck-fifty 'cross the
Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to
I noticed all you bitches is based around clothes
But deja vu got for you stankin hoes
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin
Before the even finishes
I wanna see red, blood a chicken head
I wild the fuck out like the grateful dead
This wild style run in my genes
Because my in the county
And my brother just came from green
I strike like the black widow, the underground radio
Kiddo and still dirty ditto