Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Dissin U

They me hektik
Cause the way the pain is
You talk you gonna regret it
Fuck it, you it
your mouth fool
I'm on the
to play
For you say
One level of on display
back off
Too late your bitch is spread out, you off
you wishing that you was dead off
The
Can't understand it? let me
All that you talked drove me insane
But my swells, my ears bleed
And all the bad level of is underrated, remember that
get cracked with baseball bats
I the sound it makes when it pings
I even love it when my ears
Stomp on in a second
Leave you with no of recollection
Rearrange your whole section
Disease, infection, over night I die
Covered in corn stalks, by the oak trees
muthafuckas
Get your hands in the air
This ain't a
I don't talk shit I slit necks just
Catchin' the
And a look out for the fuzz
If I get hit by the cops I'm out like val kilmer
Heat the whole squad, the bomb then watch em simmer
is a beautiful thang it makes my spine shiver
Murder for hire, better I deliver
If you think somebody's dissin you they are
So far all I hearin is player hatin(oh yeah)
If you think somebody's you they probably are
So far all I been hearin is player
Moving with the speed of the robot exhaust
fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic
Half of the is corrupt and alive
Other half is and they want to die
I.s.i.
Why ask
Realize a killer in your face
Look him in his
Before your body
I'ma your soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my glass jar
all the rest
Of the
rhymes with precision
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are like an incision
While suckers is missin
With enough cheese for 3 niggas in with tuition
Take a listen I knowledge like a teacher
An ill preaching a sermon
I learning how to sing along with the dead man's song
He's got an x in his head so I what side he's on
And brain dead people always say on
They got 10 on the weed we all high arms
We let bygones be and then dismiss
Your wack ass in the abyss
Fuck the
Cause you let your colors show too times
It way deeper than rhymes
Fuck a cause I rock accapella
Crazy ass
Used to fuck
In the back of the coach
Smoking roach roach
Fuck her all
And in the mornin make me toast
Coast to
Drop like a teacher
I.s.i. in bitch we play the preachers
If you think somebody's you they probably are
So far all I been is player hatin
If you think somebody's dissin you they are
So far all I been hearin is player