Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They me Hektik
the way the pain is interjected
You talk shit you gonna it
it, you said it
Watch mouth fool
I'm on the
to play
For you say
One of pain on display
Bitch off
Too late your is spread out, you jack off
Keepin you wishing you was dead off
The
understand it? Let me explain
All that shit you talked drove me
But my brain swells, my bleed
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, that
Head's get cracked with baseball
I love the sound it makes it pings
I love it when my ears ring
Stomp on suckers in a
you with no sign of recollection
Rearrange your whole memory
Disease, infection, night I die slowly
Covered in corn stalks, by the oak trees
Freeze
Get your in the air muthafuckas
This a game
I don't talk I slit necks just because
Catchin' the
And keeping a out for the fuzz
If I get hit by the cops I'm out like Val Kilmer
Heat the whole squad, droppin the bomb then em simmer
Pain is a beautiful thang it my spine shiver
Murder for hire, believe I deliver

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

Moving with the speed of the robot sonic
fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic
Half of the world is corrupt and
Other half is depressed and they to die
I.S.I.
Why ask
Realize there's a killer in face
him in his eyes
Before your dies
I'ma grab soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my black jar
With all the
Of the
Pack rhymes precision
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are cuttin an incision
While other is missin
With enough for 3 niggas in college with tuition
Take a listen I drop knowledge like a
An ill preacher a sermon
I been learning how to sing along with the man's song
He's got an X in his head so I know what he's on
And dead people always say right on
They got 10 on the weed we all high arms
We let bygones be and then dismiss
Your ass bitches in the abyss
Fuck the
Cause you let your show too many times
It way deeper than rhymes
Fuck a beat cause I rock
Crazy ass
Used to fuck
In the of the pumpkin coach
Smoking roach after
her all night
And in the mornin make me toast
to coast
Drop like a teacher
I.S.I. in this bitch we the preachers

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