Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

I'll bust all you cats in the for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, where I'm no taxes
I'll stick your girl,
bring the madness
Platinum status, Rampage I'm the
Check the credit, yo you as well dead it
I said it, fuck the edit, it's
Nigga what, crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to take
my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein
Buck a shot two times and stick you for rhyme
Put you in a box
You and whole family's on detox
Hustlin for Reeboks
socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city
And your function, to the Flat Bush
rambunction, watch me do you somethin

Baby Sham on new shit
New and
5'3", Caramel, tight on a four fifth
Leave em all stiff, blow from this foul drift
Nigga the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
As I speak the shit to put my name on the
The small thug a slug put a mark on his wrist
A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your to riff, what the fuck?
QB's type shit, we runnin your clique
See me in the drop, with your six, she snitched
But never that, 'cause o, high beam the window
My lookouts move slow, they heard you blast though
Got a safe in crib, sham, you know the code
Search, out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero
Took the c notes and flip mode on the quietest note
Swallowed these then cleared your
ass, you should have 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 immaculate rhyme common
A P
Powerful
my pistol
Make a pack of people like 20 pitbulls
AN M
Master of all
of decisions
Head on
Massacre the meat rack, ask the
AN O
Got open, open heart surgery
Rhyme so official, governments
is nursery
A D
Diggin my dick all your chick
Dominate the heavyweight
district
AN E
Everlasting
ebonics
Lyrical
livin in all my economics

Group of men,
Unified

Movin one in unison
Beg your

What they me
A hundred on a
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 tunnel with the of my camp
Paper Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed
And be on the mic till my tonsils bleed
Yeah the way it is
when a kid get chirstened
Like comin to the to find your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on to west Howston
Houston, peace to my bitches boostin
After juicin, I'm a black ball a rapper
Tap a nigga's like them hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the from the dispatcher
Then show them mother 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 bout but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the, portrayin like you a
Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no
You
You's a local black spokesman, I split your front
Viscious knife wound, fucked up Ron Goldman
Spliff, I spit, equipped for any bullshit
up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on taperecorder
to your son and probably lover to your daughter
Fatman son, wilted grandson, nephew, the cousin

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

Better the laws of the land
Or lay still soldiers of fortune in Nam
coffin with flags folded in half
Triangular shape, out the candles with grace
For fabulous tastes, some will, for space
Pay the ultimate price,
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
in vein, Metropolis claim body and soul
ID's in the optical frame
stoppin the game
Remove your squad with plans
I body slam punks Superstar Billy Gramm

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