Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Dissin U

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

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

Moving the speed of the robot sonic exhaust
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and
Half of the world is corrupt and
Other half is depressed and want to die
I.S.I.
Why ask
Realize a killer in your face
Look him in his
Before your body
I'ma grab soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my black jar
all the rest
Of the
rhymes with precision
Eliminating
And all of our divisions are like an incision
While other is missin
enough cheese 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 with the dead man's song
He's got an X in his head so I know what side on
And brain dead people say right on
They got 10 on the cause we all high arms
We let bygones be bygones and dismiss
Your ass bitches in the abyss
the diss
Cause you let your colors show too times
It goes way deeper than
Fuck a beat cause I accapella
Crazy ass
to fuck Cinderella
In the back of the pumpkin
Smoking roach roach
her all night
And in the mornin me French toast
to coast
Drop knowledge like a
I.S.I. in this bitch we the preachers

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