Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

I'll bust all you in the game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no
I'll stick 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, it's
what, it's crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you for me to take mine
Pass my nickel nine, call me Einstein
Buck a shot two times and stick you for your
Put you in a box
You and your whole on detox
Hustlin crack for
socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the locked
And your function, to the Bush junction
rambunction, watch 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 foul drift
with 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
Peeped your gat, tight, Ross your 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, high beam the window
My lookouts slow, they heard you never blast though
Got a safe in your crib, sham, you the code
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's
Took the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest
Swallowed these then cleared throat
Bitch ass, you should spoke

AN F
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a nigga head, it for fun
Fuck you from
AN L
Layin on beaches, killin all
to break a liar 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
Maker of
on collisions
Massacre the rack, ask the women
AN O
Got open, open heart surgery
Rhyme so official, overthrow
is nursery
A D
Diggin my dick all inside your
Dominate the heavyweight
district
AN E
Everlasting
ebonics
Lyrical
Stabalize livin in all my

Group of men,
force

Movin one in unison
Beg your

What call me
A hundred on a
Out of nowhere, and you surfin like Brawley
Narley! I'm the with the pistol
Woodpecker or L.L. at the Bristol
Official stand, hold it down in
Then link up at the tunnel with the 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
Like when a kid get
Like comin to the to find your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on down to west
Houston, peace to my bitches that's
juicin, I'm a straight black ball a rapper
Tap a nerves like them hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the from the dispatcher
Then show them f'ers what I'm after

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

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

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

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