Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

I'll bust all you in the game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, I'm paying no taxes
stick your girl, Agnus
Flipmode bring the
Platinum status, Rampage I'm the
Check the credit, yo you might as dead it
I said it, fuck the edit, uncut
Nigga what, it's time for me to shine
I'm a you easily for me to take mine
Pass my nickel plated nine, call me
a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your whole family's on
crack for Reeboks
Holy socks, cut you my ox
Rampage got the city
And your function, to the Flat junction
rambunction, watch me do you somethin

Baby on some new shit
New and
5'3", Caramel, tight on a four fifth
Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from foul drift
Nigga with the 6 story, em off the cliff
As I the shit to put my name on the list
The small thug with a slug put a on his wrist
A tattoo of pyramids, hollows in clips
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff, the fuck?
QB's type shit, cause we runnin your
See me in the drop, with six, sayin she snitched
But never that, 'cause o, high beam through the
My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast
Got a in your crib, sham, you know the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's
Took the c notes and mode left on the quietest note
Swallowed then cleared your throat
ass, you should have spoke

AN F
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a head, fuck it for fun
Fuck where you
AN L
Layin on beaches, all leeches
to break a liar face
up the pieces, yo
AN I
Intelligence all irrelavance
Icon of immaculate common sense
A P
Powerful
my pistol
Make a pack of people paranoid like 20
AN M
Master of all
of decisions
Head on
Massacre the rack, ask the women
AN O
Got niggas open, open surgery
so official, overthrow governments
Shit is
A D
Diggin my all inside your chick
Dominate the heavyweight
district
AN E
Everlasting
ebonics
Lyrical
Stabalize in all my economics

Group of men,
Unified

Movin like one in
Beg pardon

they call me
A hundred on a
Out of nowhere, and you surfin like Brawley
Narley! I'm the bitch the pistol
Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the
Official stand, it down in Trent
Then link up at the tunnel the rest of my camp
Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like
And be screamin on the mic till my bleed
Yeah the way it is
Like when a kid get
comin to the bricks to find your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on to west Howston
Houston, to my bitches that's boostin
After juicin, I'm a straight ball a rapper
Tap a nigga's nerves like hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the call the dispatcher
show them mother f'ers what I'm after

Yo I back slap a wack mc for to be
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his
talkin bout murder but ain't committin one
Niggas talkin bout but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the, like you a thug
Yea, your man got a gatt, but he bustin no slug
You
You's a local spokesman, I split your front open
Viscious wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman
Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on taperecorder
Idol to son and probably lover to your daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, nephew, Frank the

Uh huh, one time, uh huh, Spliff, come on
Bust my gun, like
Make colapse like fucked up lungs

Better the laws of the land
Or lay still like soldiers of in Nam
Closed with flags folded in half
Triangular shape, blow out the candles grace
For tastes, some will, battle for space
Pay the ultimate price,
Put the holy ghost in your life, bring you to Christ
Focus your dice, when the vulture's in
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the opium
Prophet in vein, Metropolis body and soul
ID's in the optical frame
stoppin the game
Remove your squad with steady
I slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm

Straight spittin, word is bond, Mode Squad, Striaght spittin, Lyrical
Ass Whippin, We straight