Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They call me
Cause the way the pain is
You talk shit you gonna it
Fuck it, you it
Watch mouth fool
I'm on the
to play
For you say
One level of on display
back 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 ears
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, remember
Head's get cracked with bats
I the sound it makes when it pings
I even love it when my ears
Stomp on in a second
Leave you with no sign of
Rearrange your memory section
Disease, infection, night I die slowly
Covered in stalks, protected by the oak trees
Freeze
Get hands in the air muthafuckas
This a game
I don't talk shit I necks just because
the buzz
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 bomb then watch em
Pain is a beautiful thang it my spine shiver
Murder for hire, better I deliver

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

Moving the speed of the robot sonic exhaust
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and
Half of the world is and alive
half is depressed and they want 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
all the rest
Of the
Pack rhymes precision
Eliminating
And all of our are cuttin like an incision
other suckers is missin
With enough for 3 niggas in college with tuition
Take a listen I drop knowledge like a
An ill preaching a sermon
I been learning how to sing with the dead man's song
He's got an X in his head so I know what side on
And brain dead people say right on
got 10 on the weed cause we all high arms
We let bygones be and then dismiss
Your wack ass bitches in the
Fuck the
Cause you let your colors too many times
It goes way than rhymes
Fuck a beat I rock accapella
Crazy ass
Used to fuck
In the back of the pumpkin
roach after roach
Fuck her all
And in the mornin make me French
Coast to
knowledge like a teacher
I.S.I. in this we play the preachers

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