Luyện nghe bài hát Some Shit

Yo, the that I'm down wit def squad's hard to determine
Till you see me out the coupe wit e sermon
Or hoppin out the keith suburban
Or hoppin out the lex wit redman, wildin and cursin
My thought process is like the lochness
My mindset is complex
Killin like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monster
Comin to all over you hip-hop conference
in an unidentified flying object
Turn you into an unidentified frying
The smell of raw flesh make you
Acidest arsonist, your bones to carbon and phosphorus
My metaphors sting like haircuts when
The alcohol is applied to the raw
So wanna battle get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like
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, then my sperm dna
Now she got nobody to
I been raw, what the fuck you think I'm livin for
Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison
For wannabe hard niggaz, niggaz
Wit they heads to big for they neck to support
in the squad plus me equal four members
An extra addition for any force mission
Man

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Ain't niggaz on some shit
Keith murray, canibus no stoppin it uhh

[keith
Let me draw a brief description of happened
I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, got the clappin
degrees I was separated
Have bullets deflected metal, decapitated
Gush! a nigga got as I look
I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal
Blew his back open, gushed on my face
A bitch fainted she seen I enjoyed the taste
The case is that I split melon
And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken
I'm wildin for island, I turned and took charles ferguson
And fire on any trains now
You may never who's in your shadow
You punk ass niggaz just best stay
And hollow, if you live to see tomorrow
'cause ain't no sun comin out
Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz might regret
Blast you in face and disregard your vest
I'm and dissin 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
Leave to die, peace to niggaz up in bed-stuy
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 steps wit
To any who think they nice in this profession
What? you think 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 flows is based around clothes
But deja vu got something for you stankin
gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin beef
Before the thought finishes
I wanna see red, blood from a chicken
'for I the fuck 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 black widow, through the underground
Kiddo and still stack dirty