Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They call me
Cause the way the is interjected
You shit you gonna regret it
it, you said it
Watch mouth fool
I'm on the
Time to
For you say
One level of pain on
Bitch off
Too late your bitch is spread out, you off
Keepin you wishing you was dead off
The
Can't understand it? Let me
All that shit you talked drove me
But my brain swells, my bleed
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, that
Head's get cracked with baseball
I love the sound it makes it pings
I even love it my ears ring
Stomp on suckers in a
you with no sign of recollection
Rearrange your whole section
Disease, infection, over I die slowly
in corn stalks, protected by the oak trees
Freeze
Get your hands in the air
ain't a game
I don't talk shit I slit necks because
Catchin' the
And a look out for the fuzz
If I get hit by the cops I'm out like Val Kilmer
the whole squad, droppin the bomb then watch em simmer
Pain is a beautiful thang it makes my spine
Murder for hire, better believe I

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

Moving with the of the robot sonic exhaust
fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic
Half of the world is corrupt and
half is depressed and they want to die
I.S.I.
Why ask
Realize a killer in your face
him in his eyes
Before your dies
grab your soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my glass jar
With all the
Of the
Pack with precision
adversaries
And all of our divisions are cuttin an incision
other suckers is missin
With cheese for 3 niggas in college with tuition
a listen I drop knowledge like a teacher
An ill preaching a sermon
I been learning how to sing along with the dead man's
got an X in his head so I know what side he's on
And dead people always say right on
got 10 on the weed cause we all high arms
We let bygones be and then dismiss
Your ass bitches in the abyss
the diss
Cause you let your colors show too many
It goes way deeper rhymes
Fuck a beat I rock accapella
Crazy ass
to fuck Cinderella
In the back of the pumpkin
Smoking roach roach
her all night
And in the mornin make me toast
to coast
Drop knowledge a teacher
I.S.I. in this bitch we the preachers

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