Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

I'll all you cats in the game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, I'm paying no taxes
stick your girl, Agnus
Flipmode the madness
status, Rampage I'm the baddest
Check the credit, yo you might as well it
I said it, fuck the edit, it's
Nigga what, it's crunch for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to mine
Pass my nickel plated nine, me Einstein
Buck a shot two times and stick you for your
Put you in a box
You and whole family's on detox
crack for Reeboks
Holy socks, cut you my ox
got the city locked
And function, to the Flat Bush junction
Causin rambunction, me do you somethin

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

AN F
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a head, fuck it for fun
where you from
AN L
Layin on beaches, all leeches
Love to a liar face
up the pieces, yo
AN I
Intelligence eliminates all
of immaculate rhyme common sense
A P
Powerful
my pistol
Make a pack of paranoid like 20 pitbulls
AN M
Master of all
of decisions
Head on
the meat rack, ask the women
AN O
Got open, open heart surgery
so official, overthrow governments
Shit is
A D
Diggin my all inside your chick
Dominate the heavyweight
Rhymin
AN E
Everlasting
Eternal
Lyrical
Stabalize livin in all my

Group of men,
force

Movin one in unison
Beg your

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

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

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

Better the laws of the land
Or lay still like soldiers of in Nam
Closed coffin with flags folded in
Triangular shape, out the candles with grace
For fabulous tastes, will, battle for space
Pay the price, poltergeist
Put the ghost in your life, bring you closer to Christ
Focus dice, when the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the opium
Prophet in vein, Metropolis claim and soul
ID's controlled in the frame
Never stoppin the
Remove your with steady plans
I body slam punks like Superstar Billy

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