Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Spittin'

Straight
Flipmode

I'll bust all you cats in the for malpractice
I'm in jersey, where I'm paying no
stick your girl, agnus
Flipmode the madness
Platinum status, rampage I'm the
Check the credit, yo you might as dead 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 mines
Pass my nickel plated nine, me einstein
Buck a two times and stick you for your rhyme
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
Causin rambunction, watch me do you

sham>
Baby sham on new shit
New and
5'3", caramel, grip on a four fifth
Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul
Nigga with the 6 story, em off the cliff
As I speak the to put my name on the list
The small with a slug put a mark on his wrist
A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in
Peeped your gat, jammed tight, ross your lookin to (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 through the
My move 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 left on the quietest note
Swallowed these then your throat
Bitch ass, you should have

rhymes>
an f*
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a nigga head, it for fun
Fuck you from
an l*
Layin on beaches, killin all
Love to break a liar
up the pieces, yo
an i*
Intelligence all irrelavance
Icon of rhyme common sense
a p*
Powerful
Poppin my
a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls
an m*
Master of all
Maker of
Head on
the meat rack, ask the women
an o*
Got niggas open, open heart
so official, overthrow governments
Shit is
a d*
Diggin my dick all inside your
the heavyweight division
Rhymin
an e*
Everlasting
Eternal
Lyrical
Stabalize in all my economics

Group of men,
Unified

Movin one in unison
Beg your

digga>
What they me
A on a harley
Out of nowhere, and keep you like brawley(sp? )
Narley! I'm the with the pistol
woodpecker 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 tonsils
that's 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, to my bitches that's 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 call from the
Then show mother f'ers what I'm after

starr>
Yo I slap a wack 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 (? ) portayin like you a
Yea, man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
You
You's a black spokesman, I split your front open
Viscious knife wound, up like ron goldman
Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to shit
Ignorant, vulgar, on your
Idol to your son and probably lover to your
Fatman son, wilted grandson, (? ) nephew, frank the

--more--(82%)
*uh huh, one time, uh huh, spliff, come on*
Bust my gun, columbians
Make niggas colapse fucked up lungs

Better obey the of the land
Or lay still like of fortune in nam
Closed with flags folded in half
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
Focus dice, when the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, then smash like the opium bite
Prophet in vein, metropolis body and soul
Id's controlled in the frame
Never the game
Remove squad with steady plans
I body slam like superstar billy gramm

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Ass whippin...we spittin....*