Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody Dissin U

They call me
Cause the way the is interjected
You talk shit you gonna it
it, you said it
Watch mouth fool
I'm on the
Time to
For you say
One level of pain on
back off
Too late your bitch is out, you jack off
you wishing that you was dead off
The
understand it? let me explain
All that shit you talked drove me
But my brain swells, my ears
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, remember
Head's get cracked with baseball
I the sound it makes when it pings
I even love it my ears ring
Stomp on in a second
Leave you with no of recollection
Rearrange your memory section
Disease, infection, over night I die
Covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak
Freeze
Get hands in the air muthafuckas
This ain't a
I don't talk shit I necks just because
the buzz
And keeping a look out for the
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 beautiful thang it makes my spine
Murder for hire, believe I deliver
If you think somebody's dissin you probably are
So far all I hearin is player hatin(oh yeah)
If you think somebody's dissin you probably are
So far all I been is player hatin
with the speed of the robot sonic exhaust
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and
Half of the is corrupt and alive
Other half is and they want to die
I.s.i.
Why ask
Realize there's a in your face
Look him in his
Before your body
grab your soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my glass jar
With all the
Of the
Pack rhymes precision
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are cuttin like an
other suckers is missin
With enough for 3 niggas in college with tuition
Take a listen I drop like a teacher
An ill preacher a sermon
I been learning how to sing along with the dead song
He's got an x in his head so I what side he's on
And brain dead people say right on
They got 10 on the weed cause we all high
We let bygones be and then dismiss
Your wack ass in the abyss
the diss
Cause you let your show too many times
It way deeper than rhymes
Fuck a beat cause I accapella
ass fella
Used to fuck
In the back of the coach
Smoking roach roach
her all night
And in the mornin make me french
to coast
Drop knowledge a teacher
I.s.i. in this bitch we 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