Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They call me
the way the pain is interjected
You talk shit you regret it
Fuck it, you it
Watch your fool
I'm on the
Time to
For you say
One level of pain on
back off
Too your bitch is spread out, you jack off
Keepin you wishing you was dead off
The
Can't understand it? Let me
All that shit you talked me insane
But my brain swells, my ears
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, that
Head's get cracked with bats
I love the sound it when it pings
I love it when my ears ring
Stomp on suckers in a
Leave you with no of recollection
Rearrange your whole section
Disease, infection, over I die slowly
Covered in stalks, protected by the oak trees
Freeze
Get hands in the air muthafuckas
This ain't a
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 goin' out like Val
Heat the squad, droppin the bomb then watch em simmer
Pain is a thang it makes my spine shiver
Murder for hire, believe I deliver

(Chorus x2)
If you think dissin you they probably are
So far all I been is player hatin (Oh yeah)

Moving with the speed of the robot exhaust
fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic
Half of the is corrupt and alive
Other is depressed and they want to die
I.S.I.
Why ask
Realize a killer in your face
him in his eyes
Before your body
I'ma grab your soul straight up out chest
Put it in my black jar
With all the
Of the
Pack rhymes with
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are cuttin an incision
other suckers is missin
With enough for 3 niggas in college with tuition
a listen I drop knowledge like 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 know what he's on
And brain people always say right on
They got 10 on the cause we all high arms
We let bygones be bygones and then
Your wack ass bitches in the
the diss
Cause you let colors show too many times
It goes way deeper rhymes
Fuck a cause I rock accapella
ass fella
Used to fuck
In the back of the coach
Smoking roach roach
Fuck her all
And in the make me French toast
to coast
Drop like a teacher
I.S.I. in this we play the preachers

(Chorus x2)
If you somebody's dissin you they probably are
So far all I been hearin is hatin