Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

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

Baby Sham on some new
New and
5'3", Caramel, tight on a four fifth
Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this drift
Nigga the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
As I speak the shit to put my name on the
The thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist
A tattoo of pyramids, puttin in clips
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, your lookin to riff, what the fuck?
QB's shit, cause we runnin 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 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 mode left on the note
Swallowed these then cleared your
ass, you should have spoke

AN F
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a nigga head, 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 all irrelavance
Icon of rhyme common sense
A P
Powerful
Poppin my
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 niggas open, open heart
Rhyme so official, governments
Shit is
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

What call me
A on a Harley
Out of nowhere, and you surfin like Brawley
Narley! I'm the with the pistol
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
that's the way it is
Like a kid get chirstened
Like comin to the bricks to your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on down to Howston
Houston, peace to my bitches boostin
juicin, I'm a straight 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 f'ers I'm after

Yo I back a wack mc for trying to be
he not, pull his card, blow up his spot
Nigga talkin 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 spokesman, I split your front open
Viscious knife wound, fucked up like Ron
Spliff, I spit, fully for any bullshit
Grew up with the bad and ugly, to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on taperecorder
Idol to your son and probably lover to your
Fatman son, grandson, nephew, Frank the cousin

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

Better the laws of the land
Or lay still soldiers of fortune in Nam
Closed coffin with flags in half
Triangular shape, blow out the with grace
For fabulous tastes, some will, for space
Pay the ultimate price,
Put the holy ghost in your life, bring you closer to
Focus your dice, the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then heads like the opium bite
Prophet in vein, Metropolis body and soul
ID's in the optical frame
stoppin the game
Remove your with steady plans
I body slam like Superstar Billy Gramm

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