Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They call me
Cause the way the pain is
You talk you gonna regret it
Fuck it, you it
Watch your fool
I'm on the
Time to
For you say
One of pain on display
back 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 you talked drove me insane
But my swells, my ears bleed
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, that
Head's get with baseball bats
I love the it makes when it pings
I even love it my ears ring
on suckers in a second
Leave you with no sign of
Rearrange your whole memory
Disease, infection, over I die slowly
Covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak
muthafuckas
Get hands in the air muthafuckas
ain't a game
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 like Val
Heat the whole squad, droppin the then watch em simmer
Pain is a thang it makes my spine shiver
Murder for hire, better believe I

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

Moving the speed of the robot sonic exhaust
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and
Half of the is corrupt and alive
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 your body
I'ma grab your soul straight up out chest
Put it in my glass jar
all the rest
Of the
Pack with precision
Eliminating
And all of our are cuttin like an incision
other suckers is missin
With enough cheese for 3 niggas in college with
Take a listen I knowledge like a teacher
An ill preacher preaching a
I been learning how to sing along with the dead song
He's got an X in his head so I know side he's on
And brain dead people always say on
got 10 on the weed cause we all high arms
We let bygones be bygones and dismiss
Your wack ass in the abyss
the diss
Cause you let your colors show too times
It goes way deeper than
Fuck a beat I rock accapella
Crazy ass
to fuck Cinderella
In the back of the pumpkin
Smoking roach after
her all night
And in the mornin make me toast
Coast to
knowledge 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 hearin is player hatin