Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They call me
Cause the way the is interjected
You talk you gonna regret it
it, you said it
Watch your fool
I'm on the
Time to
For you say
One level of on display
Bitch off
Too your bitch is spread out, you jack off
Keepin you wishing that you was off
The
Can't it? Let me explain
All that shit you drove me insane
But my brain swells, my ears
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, remember
Head's get cracked with baseball
I love the sound it makes when it
I even love it when my ring
on suckers in a second
Leave you with no of recollection
Rearrange your whole memory
Disease, infection, night I die slowly
Covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak
Freeze
Get hands in the air muthafuckas
This ain't a
I don't talk I slit necks just because
the buzz
And a look out for the fuzz
If I get hit by the I'm goin' out like Val Kilmer
Heat the whole squad, the bomb then watch em simmer
is a beautiful thang it makes my spine shiver
Murder for hire, believe I deliver

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

Moving with the of the robot sonic exhaust
fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic
Half of the world is and alive
Other half is depressed and want to die
I.S.I.
Why ask
there's a killer in your face
Look him in his
Before your body
I'ma grab your soul straight up out your
Put it in my glass jar
all the rest
Of the
Pack rhymes precision
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are like an incision
While suckers is missin
With enough cheese for 3 niggas in college tuition
a listen I drop knowledge like a teacher
An ill preacher a sermon
I been how to sing along with the dead man's song
He's got an X in his head so I know what side on
And brain dead people always say on
They got 10 on the weed cause we all high
We let bygones be and then dismiss
wack ass bitches in the abyss
Fuck the
you let your colors show too many times
It goes way than rhymes
Fuck a beat I rock accapella
Crazy ass
Used to Cinderella
In the of the pumpkin coach
Smoking roach roach
her all night
And in the mornin make me French
to coast
Drop knowledge like a
I.S.I. in this bitch we the preachers

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