Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Dissin U

They me hektik
the way the pain is interjected
You talk you gonna regret it
it, you said it
Watch mouth fool
I'm on the
to play
For you say
One level of pain on
Bitch off
Too late your bitch is spread out, you off
Keepin you that you was dead off
The
Can't it? let me explain
All shit you talked drove me insane
But my swells, my ears bleed
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, that
Head's get cracked with bats
I love the sound it makes it pings
I even love it my ears ring
on suckers in a second
Leave you with no of recollection
Rearrange your whole section
Disease, infection, over night I die
in corn stalks, protected by the oak trees
Freeze
Get hands in the air muthafuckas
ain't a game
I don't talk shit I slit necks because
Catchin' the
And a look out for the fuzz
If I get hit by the cops I'm out like val kilmer
Heat the squad, droppin the bomb then watch em simmer
Pain is a beautiful it makes my spine shiver
for hire, better believe I deliver
If you think dissin you they probably are
So far all I been is player hatin(oh yeah)
If you think dissin you they probably are
So far all I been is player hatin
Moving with the speed of the robot sonic
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and
Half of the world is and alive
Other half is depressed and they to die
I.s.i.
Why ask
Realize there's a in your face
Look him in his
Before body dies
I'ma grab soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my black jar
With all the
Of the
Pack rhymes precision
adversaries
And all of our are cuttin like an incision
other suckers is missin
With enough cheese for 3 niggas in college tuition
Take a I drop 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 dead people always say right on
They got 10 on the weed cause we all arms
We let bygones be bygones and then
Your wack ass in the abyss
the diss
Cause you let your colors show too times
It goes way than rhymes
Fuck a beat I rock accapella
Crazy ass
to fuck cinderella
In the back of the pumpkin
Smoking roach after
Fuck her all
And in the mornin make me french
to coast
Drop like 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 think somebody's you they probably are
So far all I been is player hatin