Luyện nghe bài hát Spittin'

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

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

She to go ah, downtown
She it when I, pound pound
a whoppin' bitch
Call me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble the beast down, so duck
Had the pussy bubbles

Scratchin' the 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 meal, managin' the place
All up in the tall can face

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

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

High rank, poor
Scratch scratch taller Manute Bol
Cash rules everything me
40 why they, why get the money
Oh tell me baby, gon' be no catchin', bet ya before 40 7-11
Ah big Danz said a step man, win
(Uh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pacin' back and
(Uh)
Bear to grit my teeth, click, California beat
I feed your ass, with my about the fuckin' bumble
Lookin' as the motherfuckin' bumble
Soundin' off car

My shit nothin' humble
Gotta say wassup to some 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 spittin' on the
40 took a to the fuckin' dome
And now they got me spittin' on the microphone,
Drunker than a spittin' that shit