Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

They call me
the way the pain is interjected
You shit you gonna regret it
Fuck it, you it
Watch your mouth
I'm on the
to play
For you say
One level of pain on
Bitch off
Too your bitch is spread out, you jack off
Keepin you wishing you was dead off
The
understand it? Let me explain
All shit you talked drove me insane
But my brain swells, my ears
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, remember
Head's get cracked with bats
I love the sound it makes it pings
I even love it when my ears
Stomp on in a second
Leave you no sign of recollection
Rearrange your whole memory
Disease, infection, over night I die
Covered in corn stalks, by the oak trees
muthafuckas
Get hands in the air muthafuckas
This ain't a
I don't talk shit I slit necks just
Catchin' the
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 thang it makes my spine
for hire, better believe I deliver

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

Moving with the speed of the sonic exhaust
fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic
Half of the world is and alive
Other half is depressed and they to die
I.S.I.
Why ask
Realize there's a in your face
him in his eyes
Before your dies
I'ma grab your soul straight up out chest
Put it in my glass jar
With all the
Of the
Pack rhymes precision
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are like an incision
other suckers is missin
With enough cheese for 3 in college with tuition
a listen I drop knowledge like a teacher
An ill preacher preaching a
I been learning how to sing along the dead man's song
He's got an X in his head so I know what he's on
And brain people always say right on
They got 10 on the weed cause we all arms
We let bygones be and then dismiss
Your wack ass bitches in the
the diss
Cause you let your colors show too times
It way deeper than rhymes
Fuck a beat I rock accapella
Crazy ass
Used to fuck
In the back of the pumpkin
roach after roach
Fuck her all
And in the mornin me French toast
Coast to
Drop knowledge like a
I.S.I. in this bitch we the preachers

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