Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

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

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

Moving with the speed of the robot exhaust
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 there's a killer in your
Look him in his
Before your body
I'ma grab your straight up out your chest
Put it in my black jar
With all the
Of the
Pack rhymes with
adversaries
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 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 dead people always say right on
They got 10 on the weed cause we all arms
We let bygones be bygones and then
Your ass bitches in the abyss
the diss
Cause you let colors show too many times
It goes way than rhymes
Fuck a beat cause I rock
Crazy ass
Used to Cinderella
In the back of the coach
Smoking after roach
Fuck her all
And in the mornin make me French
Coast to
Drop knowledge like a
I.S.I. in this bitch we the preachers

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