Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

I'll bust all you in the game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, where I'm no taxes
I'll stick your girl,
Flipmode bring the
status, Rampage I'm the baddest
Check the credit, yo you might as well it
I said it, fuck the edit, uncut
Nigga what, crunch time for me to shine
I'm a show you for me to take mine
Pass my nickel plated nine, call me
Buck a shot two and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your whole on detox
crack for Reeboks
Holy socks, cut you my ox
got the city locked
And your function, to the Bush 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 on the list
The small with a slug put a mark on his wrist
A tattoo of pyramids, hollows in clips
Peeped gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff, what the fuck?
QB's type shit, cause we runnin clique
See me in the drop, your six, sayin she snitched
But never that, 'cause o, high beam 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, that's
Took the c notes and flip mode left on the note
Swallowed these then your throat
Bitch ass, you have spoke

AN F
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a nigga head, it for fun
Fuck where you
AN L
Layin on beaches, all leeches
to break a liar face
up the pieces, yo
AN I
Intelligence all irrelavance
Icon of immaculate rhyme sense
A P
Powerful
Poppin my
Make a pack of people paranoid like 20
AN M
Master of all
Maker of
on collisions
Massacre the meat rack, ask the
AN O
Got niggas open, open surgery
Rhyme so official, governments
Shit is
A D
Diggin my dick all your chick
Dominate the heavyweight
Rhymin
AN E
Everlasting
Eternal
e-mail
Stabalize livin in all my

Group of men,
force

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, hold it down in
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 till my tonsils
Yeah the way it is
Like when a kid get
Like comin to the bricks to your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on down to west
Houston, peace to my bitches that's
After juicin, I'm a straight ball a rapper
Tap a nerves like them hackers
Be on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher
Then show mother f'ers what I'm after

Yo I back slap a wack mc for to be
Something he not, pull his card, blow up his
Nigga talkin murder but ain't committin one
Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't 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, fucked up like Ron
Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any
Grew up with the bad and ugly, to pull shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on your
Idol to your son and lover to your daughter
Fatman son, grandson, nephew, Frank the cousin

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

Better obey the laws of the
Or lay like soldiers of fortune in Nam
Closed with flags folded in half
Triangular shape, out the candles with grace
For fabulous tastes, some will, battle for
Pay the ultimate price,
Put the holy ghost in your life, bring you closer to
Focus your dice, when the in flight
Resculpture the mic, smash heads like the opium bite
Prophet in vein, Metropolis claim and soul
ID's controlled in the frame
Never the game
Remove your with steady plans
I slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm

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