Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

I'll all you cats in the game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no
stick your girl, Agnus
Flipmode the madness
status, Rampage I'm the baddest
Check the credit, yo you as well dead it
I said it, the edit, it's uncut
what, it's crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you for me to take mine
my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein
Buck a two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your family's on detox
Hustlin crack for
socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the locked
And your function, to the Flat junction
Causin rambunction, me do you somethin

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

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 break a face
up the pieces, yo
AN I
Intelligence eliminates all
Icon of 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 niggas open, open surgery
Rhyme so official, overthrow
is nursery
A D
Diggin my dick all your chick
Dominate the heavyweight
district
AN E
Everlasting
Eternal
Lyrical
Stabalize livin in all my

Group of men,
Unified

Movin one in unison
Beg your

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

Yo I back a wack mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, up his spot
Nigga bout murder but ain't committin one
Niggas bout gats but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the, like you a thug
Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no
You
a local black spokesman, I split your front open
Viscious knife wound, up like Ron Goldman
Spliff, I spit, equipped for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly, to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on taperecorder
Idol to your son and probably to your daughter
Fatman son, grandson, nephew, Frank the cousin

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

Better obey the of the land
Or lay still soldiers of fortune in Nam
Closed coffin with flags in half
Triangular shape, blow out the candles grace
For fabulous tastes, some will, for space
Pay the price, poltergeist
Put the holy ghost in life, bring you closer to Christ
Focus your dice, when the in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the bite
Prophet in vein, Metropolis body and soul
controlled in the optical frame
Never the game
Remove your squad with plans
I body slam like Superstar Billy Gramm

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