Luyện nghe bài hát Spittin'

Woke up in the A.M., out of my cranium
Gotta a shit, took a dump in the Mediterranean
Flushed the toilet, hit the
Snatched a fit up out the
Miles of a '96 broom handle, hangin' half-way out my

You niggas better me I got patrons to serve
Nigga got to starts pay props deserve
my trunk against my medley
An' ya might do dirt, fuck you on my way to see Chiminey
'Cause since is a good friend of me

She to go ah, downtown
She it when I, pound pound
Here's a whoppin'
Call me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble stick the down, so duck
Had the poppin' bubbles

the paint off up of the walls
Pickin' off in them drawers, rebel without a
She could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in Falls
Now no matter extra meal, the place
All up in the motherfuckin' can face

Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no
way, say hey, check my display
Buck the shit till tape busts
(Buck the shit ya tape busts)
And you's a bitch if you got no clit
(And you's a if you ain't got no clit)

40 took a to the fuckin' dome
And now they got me on the microphone
40 a forty to the fuckin' dome
And now got me spittin' on the microphone, beeitch
Drunker than a motherfucker spittin' that

High rank, nigga
Scratch scratch than Manute Bol
rules everything around me
40 why they, why get the money
Oh tell me baby, gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch 40 7-11
Ah big Danz a step man, can't win
(Uh)

1-Luv to my in the Youth yo
Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin'
Y'all stay the same, got some extra I think I need a drink
The waiter got me fuckin like me in here
Bitches sooner than I think the LAPD's on man
They shot my nigga Tucker in the back man

Prejudiced
What need to do is fuck a-lo a-lo key now
Squash the fuh-ah fuckin' spot, ain't wrong?
(Squash it)
Hang with tactical edged easy
(Staple?)

To be to Mack-1
as righteous, make them po-po's like us
(Righteous)
Drink with me, second base and I'm gone for
I drunk a 40 to the dome

40 took a forty to the dome
And now they got me on the microphone
40 a forty to the fuckin' dome
And now got me spittin' on the microphone, beeitch
Drunker than a motherfucker spittin' that

I ain't no guide so don't me hostess
(I no guide)
(Hostess)
Nigga don't you I'm all open to explosives
(I'ma explode)
Let tha bed bugs bite, light

Be ready for the tip-toein' phantoms at
When I open em for
(When I it for risk)
Smokin' somethin' for the hatest terminator
(Terminator trader)
just bought from Traders

Tyler lookin' for all some of fit, ya gotta admit
Nigglet your life is set why you motherfuckas
You better get where they love you at
Your life is set why you motherfucka
I've been strivin' so hard to make my shit obese
(Uh)

Pacin' and forth
(Uh)
Bear to my teeth, click, Northern California beat
I feed your ass, my ambitiousness about the fuckin' bumble
ambitious as the motherfuckin' bumble
Soundin' off car

My shit ain't humble
say wassup to some niggaz on my team
(Gotta say wassup)
Niggaz like Rec-Street and Nicky Green
(Motherfuckin' Green)

40 took a forty to the fuckin'
And now they got me on the microphone
40 a forty to the fuckin' dome
And now got me spittin' on the microphone, beeitch
Drunker than a motherfucker spittin' that