Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They me Hektik
Cause the way the is interjected
You talk shit you regret it
Fuck it, you it
Watch mouth fool
I'm on the
to play
For you say
One level of on display
Bitch off
Too late your bitch is out, you jack off
you wishing that you was dead off
The
Can't understand it? Let me
All shit you talked drove me insane
But my brain swells, my bleed
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, that
Head's get with baseball bats
I love the sound it makes when it
I even it when my ears ring
Stomp on in a second
Leave you no sign of recollection
Rearrange your memory section
Disease, infection, over I die slowly
in corn stalks, protected by the oak trees
Freeze
Get hands in the air muthafuckas
This a game
I don't talk shit I slit necks just
Catchin' the
And keeping a look out for the
If I get hit by the cops I'm goin' out like Val
Heat the whole squad, droppin the then watch em simmer
Pain is a beautiful it makes my spine shiver
for hire, better believe I deliver

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

Moving with the speed of the robot sonic
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and
Half of the world is corrupt and
Other half is 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 your soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my glass jar
With all the
Of the
Pack with precision
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are like an incision
While suckers is missin
With cheese for 3 niggas in college with tuition
Take a listen I drop knowledge a teacher
An ill preaching a sermon
I been learning how to along with the dead man's song
got an X in his head so I know what side he's on
And dead people always say right on
They got 10 on the weed we all high arms
We let bygones be bygones and then
Your wack ass in the abyss
the diss
Cause you let your colors show too many
It goes way than rhymes
Fuck a beat cause I rock
Crazy ass
Used to Cinderella
In the back of the coach
Smoking roach after
Fuck her all
And in the mornin make me French
to coast
Drop knowledge a teacher
I.S.I. in this bitch we the preachers

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