Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They me Hektik
Cause the way the is interjected
You talk shit you gonna it
it, you said it
Watch mouth fool
I'm on the
Time to
For you say
One level of pain on
back off
Too your bitch is spread out, you jack off
Keepin you wishing that you was off
The
understand it? Let me explain
All that shit you talked drove me
But my brain swells, my bleed
And all the bad of attack is underrated, remember that
Head's get cracked baseball bats
I love the sound it makes it pings
I even love it when my ring
on suckers in a second
Leave you with no 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 necks just because
the buzz
And keeping a out for the fuzz
If I get hit by the I'm goin' out like Val Kilmer
Heat the whole squad, droppin the bomb then 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 hearin is player hatin (Oh yeah)

Moving with the speed of the sonic exhaust
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and
Half of the world is corrupt and
half is depressed and they want to die
I.S.I.
Why ask
Realize there's a in your face
him in his eyes
Before body dies
I'ma grab soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my black jar
all the rest
Of the
Pack with precision
adversaries
And all of our divisions are cuttin an incision
other suckers is missin
With enough cheese for 3 in college with tuition
Take a listen I knowledge like a teacher
An ill preacher preaching a
I been learning how to sing with the dead man's song
He's got an X in his so I know 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 bygones and then
Your wack ass in the abyss
the diss
Cause you let your show too many times
It goes way than rhymes
a beat cause I rock accapella
Crazy ass
Used to Cinderella
In the of the pumpkin coach
Smoking after roach
her all night
And in the mornin me French toast
to coast
Drop like a teacher
I.S.I. in bitch we play the preachers

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