Luyện nghe bài hát Step By Step

This out
To all the big niggaz
And all big head bitches
You my steez-o

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur optic
So you can't see the topic, combo
Blaze bring the heat to your mourning like
Head honcho Eastwood, gun in my Pancho
bad desperado, trapped in between
The and the El Dorados, but you can't do that

Welcome to the wheel of fortune where Pat Sajak
Bring it to cats often, the biggest payback
Is I condemn men, to purgatory
a pen, do 'em in, eight million stories
In the naked Mr. Method, blade
Blood on my track record, top gunner

You it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Can't now, hard as a brick, what's this
'em get down, head where I fit, more grip
Hold this shit down, she know you better school her
by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Step by step, inch by inch, by piece, bit by bit

Check my extinction agenda, mind
No retreat, no surrender, trauma
Death before dishonor, sword and armor
Undetected stealth bomber, the session
With immaculate conception, hit yo'
With my def connection, the green-eyed bandit
E up dammit, iron lung

Flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you
It's time that I take advantage, command yo
Cops caught me
on the dance floor
Or was it Michael
Fuck it, time for some
my re-runs an see what's happening

You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw
Can't now, hard as a brick, what's this
'em get down, head where I fit, more grip
Hold this shit down, she don't know you school her
Step by step, by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Step by step, by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

You know it's sick now, just a bit, aw shit
Can't now, hard as a brick, what's this
Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more
Hold this shit down, she know you better school her

she get her back blown
Jealous men don't and get clapped on
Now I'm
Automate and it goin', right and exact
Runnin' track I'm Jesse Owens, catch 'em wit my rap slogan
frost, leave 'em frozen
Bust flows and lay text without my trojan

Hand writin', ass whippin', I spittin'
At any head-on collision, throw dart wit
And split decision, your old folk
And your what I'm dealin'
Good times, and hood rhymes from the
Till I see you at the motherfuckers

You know sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, this
'em get down, head where I fit, more grip
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better her
Step by step, by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Step by step, inch by inch, by piece, bit by bit
Step by step, inch by inch, by piece, bit by bit
Step by step, inch by inch, by piece, bit by bit

This one is dedicated to my big head
And all them big head
All them big bitches