Luyện nghe bài hát Spread Yo Shit

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

I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share of
I'm the nigga that lived and slid through turf
Did it big with clever work-ers who hit the
In the back "bottled" up in that "Gerber"
For it's worth, I ain't told the half
I'm just rambling, ya'll handlin'
Tellin' my past you don't me
Niggaz the name's Obie, about to these motherfuckas

I was down you had a lot to say
You should mind business and walk away
Talkin bout me tryin to a way
Spread yo 'round town
I ain't got time for you
With all that shit you do
Niggaz money and I do too
why I ain't fucking with you

"I would he pass" for passive
If a massive ass inflected
It can happen that quick, when spittin'
laying down you fag ass click
From running your like a bitch
All I is something gotta give
I gotta live, it's not a poragative
Don't on "The Kid"
Lid your or rid you in the streets
so optional, but I will be logical
Cause when I lodge at you, not hospital
Operating poppin' them hot slugs outta your
Now your momma got a attendin'
Just for Obie Trice the Henchmen
All I wanna do is music and "Bench" man
my weigth up the same shit that "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 mind your business and walk away
Talkin bout me to find a way
Spread yo shit town
I ain't really got for you
With all that ignorant you do
Niggaz money and I do too
why I ain't fucking with you

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

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

When I was you had a lot to say
You mind your business and walk away
bout me tryin to find a way
Spread yo 'round town
I really got time for you
all that ignorant shit you do
Niggaz need and I do too
That's why I fucking with you

Fuckers Trice