Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They call me
the way the pain is interjected
You talk shit you regret it
it, you said it
Watch your mouth
I'm on the
to play
For you say
One level of on display
back off
Too late your bitch is spread out, you off
you wishing that you was dead off
The
understand it? Let me explain
All that shit you talked me insane
But my brain swells, my bleed
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, remember
Head's get with baseball bats
I love the it makes when it pings
I even love it when my ears
Stomp on in a second
Leave you no sign of recollection
Rearrange your whole section
Disease, infection, night I die slowly
Covered in corn stalks, by the oak trees
muthafuckas
Get your hands in the air
This ain't a
I don't talk I slit necks just because
Catchin' the
And keeping a look out for the
If I get hit by the cops I'm goin' out Val Kilmer
the whole squad, droppin the bomb then watch em simmer
Pain is a thang it makes my spine shiver
Murder for hire, better believe I

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

Moving with the of the robot sonic exhaust
fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic
Half of the is corrupt and alive
Other half is depressed and they to die
I.S.I.
Why ask
Realize there's a killer in your
him in his eyes
Before your dies
I'ma grab your straight up out your chest
Put it in my glass jar
With all the
Of the
Pack rhymes with
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are cuttin an incision
While other is missin
With enough cheese for 3 niggas in college with
Take a I drop knowledge like a teacher
An ill preaching a sermon
I been learning how to sing along the dead man's song
He's got an X in his head so I what side he's on
And brain people always say right on
They got 10 on the weed we all high arms
We let bygones be and then dismiss
wack ass bitches in the abyss
Fuck the
Cause you let your colors show too times
It goes way than rhymes
Fuck a beat cause I rock
Crazy ass
Used to Cinderella
In the back of the pumpkin
Smoking after roach
Fuck her all
And in the make me French toast
Coast to
Drop knowledge like a
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 hatin