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
I'll your girl, Agnus
Flipmode bring the
Platinum status, Rampage I'm the
Check the credit, yo you might as well it
I said it, fuck the edit, it's
what, it's crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to take
Pass my nickel plated nine, me Einstein
Buck a shot two times and stick you for your
Put you in a box
You and your whole family's on
Hustlin for Reeboks
Holy socks, cut you my ox
got the city locked
And your function, to the Flat Bush
Causin rambunction, me do you somethin

Baby on some new shit
New and
5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a fifth
Leave em all stiff, smoke from this foul drift
Nigga with the 6 story, em off the cliff
As I speak the shit to put my on the list
The small with a slug put a mark on his wrist
A of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross lookin to riff, what the fuck?
type shit, cause we runnin your clique
See me in the drop, with your six, she snitched
But never that, 'cause o, beam through the window
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, zero
the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest note
Swallowed these then your throat
Bitch ass, you have spoke

AN F
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a head, fuck it for fun
where you from
AN L
Layin on beaches, killin all
Love to a liar face
up the pieces, yo
AN I
Intelligence eliminates all
Icon of immaculate rhyme sense
A P
Powerful
my pistol
Make a pack of people paranoid like 20
AN M
Master of all
Maker of
on collisions
Massacre the rack, ask the women
AN O
Got niggas open, open heart
Rhyme so official, governments
is nursery
A D
Diggin my dick all your chick
the heavyweight division
Rhymin
AN E
Everlasting
ebonics
Lyrical
livin in all my economics

Group of men,
force

Movin like one in
Beg your

they 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
Official stand, hold it in Trent
Then up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
Paper Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed
And be screamin on the mic my tonsils bleed
Yeah the way it is
Like a kid get chirstened
comin to the bricks to find your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on down to Howston
Houston, peace to my bitches that's
After juicin, I'm a straight black a rapper
Tap a nigga's nerves like them
Be on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher
Then show them f'ers what I'm after

Yo I back slap a mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his
Nigga bout murder but ain't committin one
Niggas talkin gats 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 black spokesman, I split your open
knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman
Spliff, I spit, equipped for any bullshit
Grew up the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on taperecorder
Idol to your son and probably lover to daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, nephew, Frank the

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

obey the laws of the land
Or lay still soldiers of fortune in Nam
Closed with flags folded in half
Triangular shape, out the candles with grace
For fabulous tastes, some will, for space
Pay the price, poltergeist
Put the holy ghost in your life, you closer to Christ
Focus your dice, the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, smash heads like the opium bite
Prophet in vein, Metropolis body and soul
controlled in the optical frame
Never stoppin the
Remove your with steady plans
I body slam punks like Billy Gramm

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