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
stick your girl, Agnus
Flipmode the madness
Platinum status, Rampage I'm the
Check the credit, yo you might as well it
I said it, fuck the edit, uncut
Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to
I'm a you easily 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 family's on
Hustlin crack for
Holy socks, cut you my ox
Rampage got the locked
And your function, to the Flat Bush
rambunction, watch me do you somethin

Baby Sham on new shit
New and
5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a four
Leave em all stiff, blow smoke this foul drift
with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
As I speak the to put my name on the list
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 lookin to riff, the fuck?
QB's type shit, cause we runnin your
See me in the drop, your six, sayin she snitched
But that, 'cause o, high beam through the window
My lookouts move slow, heard you never blast though
Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's
the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest note
Swallowed these cleared your throat
Bitch ass, you should spoke

AN F
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a nigga head, it for fun
Fuck where you
AN L
Layin on beaches, killin all
Love to break a liar
up the pieces, yo
AN I
Intelligence eliminates all
Icon of rhyme common 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 surgery
so official, overthrow governments
Shit is
A D
Diggin my dick all your chick
the heavyweight division
Rhymin
AN E
Everlasting
Eternal
Lyrical
livin in all my economics

Group of men,
force

Movin one in unison
Beg your

What they me
A hundred on a
Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin Brawley
Narley! I'm the bitch the pistol
Woody or L.L. at the Bristol
Official stand, hold it down in
link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like
And be on the mic till my tonsils bleed
Yeah the way it is
when a kid get chirstened
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 nigga's nerves like them
Be goin on the modem, I get the from the dispatcher
show them mother 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 but ain't 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 local black spokesman, I split your front
Viscious 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 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, Columbians
Make niggas colapse fucked up lungs

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

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