Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Dissin U

They call me
the way the pain is interjected
You shit you gonna regret it
Fuck it, you it
Watch your fool
I'm on the
Time to
For you say
One level of on display
back off
Too late your bitch is spread out, you off
Keepin you that you was dead off
The
understand it? let me explain
All shit you talked drove me insane
But my brain swells, my bleed
And all the bad level of is underrated, remember that
Head's get cracked with baseball
I the sound it makes when it pings
I even love it when my ring
Stomp on in a second
Leave you no sign of recollection
Rearrange your memory section
Disease, infection, over night I die
Covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak
muthafuckas
Get your hands in the air
This ain't a
I don't talk I slit necks just because
Catchin' the
And a look out for the fuzz
If I get hit by the I'm goin' out like val kilmer
Heat the squad, droppin the bomb then watch em simmer
Pain is a 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 been is player hatin(oh yeah)
If you somebody's dissin you they probably are
So far all I hearin is player hatin
with the speed of the robot sonic exhaust
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and
Half of the world is corrupt and
Other is depressed and they want to die
I.s.i.
Why ask
Realize there's a killer in your
Look him in his
Before body dies
I'ma grab soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my black jar
all the rest
Of the
rhymes with precision
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are cuttin an incision
While suckers is missin
With enough cheese for 3 in college with tuition
Take a I drop knowledge like a teacher
An ill preacher preaching a
I been learning how to sing along the dead man's song
He's got an x in his so I know what side he's on
And brain dead always say right on
They got 10 on the weed we all high arms
We let bygones be bygones and dismiss
wack ass bitches in the abyss
Fuck the
Cause you let your colors show too many
It goes way than rhymes
a beat cause I rock accapella
Crazy ass
to fuck cinderella
In the of the pumpkin coach
roach after roach
Fuck her all
And in the mornin me french toast
to coast
Drop like a teacher
I.s.i. in this bitch we the preachers
If you think somebody's you they probably are
So far all I hearin is player hatin
If you think somebody's you they probably are
So far all I been hearin is hatin