Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake hit the corner people swarming
in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck,
Niggas is buck," bloodshed, the tapes red
I some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the for rilla
I'm all it's late I'm looking down at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance him on some cushion
His had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to stop life, plot
The beast in time yeah, cell to cell ass nigga you fell
First time locked in crime stop my mind the frail
Bursting blasting at your cal shell, split your dry cell
My never snitch why tell
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, and equities
be the death of me

To the suspect witness don't come
You might get your shit pushed back
(Suspect witness don't come
You get your shit pushed back tonight)

To the suspect don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back
(Suspect witness come outside
You get your shit pushed back tonight)

Dear God, I want the riches, hungry bitches infested
the jealous niggas sickness, the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, the essence
Try to test this, scientist, and reckless
Slaughter, down, frames look petite
Ten millis, mix designed just for my
I keep a low pro as if I owe, the flow lovely
My pants hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my Chinese
Rollin two Phillies together make blunts
I meant it, I represent it, descendant of
Early natives that were and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's
A Million Man March, the masses
Ten glocks, Armani in small print, my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
freaking the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of
To shoot a leg to get your name I flip the brain tome
Niggas get hit and wrap the
The mic I strike in vain giving the pain of what a is
What you with? Luchi or drama, no means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the are timing you

To the witness don't come outside
You might get shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect don't come outside
You might get shit pushed back tonight)

It justifies, Nas Escobar's leaving shit
Mega live, like the third
Decipher my make him a believer
Spitting Jim stars, words in my mic type
Bond is my so I live by my word
Never fraudulent Queens bridge don't no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, while they speaking
Rebel to civilization caught you sleeping