Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Dissin U

They call me
Cause the way the is interjected
You talk you gonna regret it
Fuck it, you it
Watch your fool
I'm on the
to play
For you say
One level of pain on
Bitch off
Too late bitch is spread out, you jack off
Keepin you wishing that you was off
The
Can't it? let me explain
All that you talked drove me insane
But my brain swells, my ears
And all the bad of attack is underrated, remember that
Head's get cracked with bats
I love the sound it makes it pings
I even love it when my ears
Stomp on in a second
Leave you no sign of recollection
Rearrange your whole section
Disease, infection, night I die slowly
in corn stalks, protected by the oak trees
Freeze
Get hands in the air muthafuckas
ain't a game
I talk shit I slit necks just because
Catchin' the
And keeping a out for the fuzz
If I get hit by the I'm goin' out like val kilmer
the whole squad, droppin the bomb then watch em simmer
Pain is a thang it makes my spine shiver
Murder for hire, better believe I
If you somebody's dissin you they probably 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 hatin
Moving the speed of the robot sonic exhaust
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and
of the world is corrupt and alive
Other half is depressed and want to die
I.s.i.
Why ask
there's a killer in your face
Look him in his
Before your body
I'ma grab soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my black jar
With all the
Of the
Pack with precision
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are cuttin an incision
other suckers is missin
With enough cheese for 3 in college with tuition
Take a listen I drop knowledge a teacher
An ill preacher a sermon
I been learning how to along with the dead man's song
He's got an x in his head so I what side he's on
And dead people always say right on
They got 10 on the weed cause we all high
We let bygones be bygones and dismiss
Your ass bitches in the abyss
the diss
Cause you let your colors show too many
It goes way than rhymes
Fuck a cause I rock accapella
ass fella
Used to fuck
In the back of the coach
Smoking roach roach
her all night
And in the mornin me french toast
to coast
Drop knowledge a teacher
I.s.i. in this we play the preachers
If you think somebody's you they probably are
So far all I been is player hatin
If you somebody's dissin you they probably are
So far all I been hearin is player