Luyện nghe bài hát Spread Yo Shit

Ha This is DJ Duece
Fresh up out your mouth
So when she spit's you how I "come"
You know I mean, haha
We the "Dogg" hour
Where we a shout out to my School Craft Playaz
Detroit's in the house, at Roll-in-Wills
Trice baby, check it out

I did my share of dirt, flipped my share of work
I'm the nigga that lived and slid terror turf
Did it big with work-ers who hit the crack
In the back "bottled" up in "Gerber" glass
For what worth, I ain't told the half
I'm just rambling, ya'll dick
my past you don't know me
Niggaz the Obie, about to expose these motherfuckas

When I was you had a lot to say
You mind your business and walk away
Talkin bout me to find a way
Spread yo shit 'round
I ain't really got for you
With all that ignorant you do
need money and I do too
That's why I fucking with you

"I wonder he pass" for passive
If a ass kick's inflected
It can happen that quick, when shit
Rapidly laying you fag ass click
From running lips like a bitch
All I know is gotta give
I gotta live, it's not a poragative
Don't on "The Kid"
Lid your or rid you in the streets
It's so optional, but I be logical
when I lodge at you, it's not hospital
Operating poppin' them hot slugs your abdominal
Now your got a funeral attendin'
Just for mentioning Obie Trice the
All I do is make music and "Bench" man
Lift my weigth up the same shit "Jay" said
Push your hate up, the AK's is
ain't Playing(*AK sound*)

When I was you had a lot to say
You should your business and walk away
bout me tryin to find a way
Spread yo 'round town
I ain't really got for you
all that ignorant shit you do
Niggaz need and I do too
why I ain't fucking with you

That's why I don't with you "kats"
Cause this all with ya'll
But is not an act at all
Run ya'll trap, get clapped and
rumors, recieve malignant tumors
Don't confuse with us choosen
Adhesive won't cover the bruise
Channel "Two Anchors" cover the news
They never give a when it's beef between crews
All I know is paid his dues
Made his moves and bitch hate the truth
They rather see me laying in that booth
"Deep Six" rotten so the can chew
That's why I don't fuck with
Run and get ya'lls and thats sucks for ya'll
Talk behind backs but to him dawg
Wouldn't that your balls

When I was you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and away
bout me tryin to find a way
Spread yo shit 'round
I really got time for you
With all that shit you do
Niggaz money and I do too
That's why I ain't with you

When I was you had a lot to say
You should mind business and walk away
Talkin bout me to find a way
yo shit 'round town
I really got time for you
With all that shit you do
Niggaz need and I do too
That's why I ain't fucking you

Fuckers Trice