Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake just hit the people swarming
Three in the 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 scene for
I'm all high late I'm looking down at the fella
Shit's in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
It hurt, of took it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to stop your life,
The in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell
First time in crime stop my mind blocks the frail
Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split dry cell
My never snitch why tell
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, and equities
Queens'll be the of me

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

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

Dear God, I want the riches, money bitches infested
Giving the niggas sickness, the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, the essence
Try to test this, scientist, and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, look petite
Ten millis, mix designed for my physique
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow
My hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes
Rollin two Phillies together make Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, descendant of
Early natives that captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's
A Million Man March, alert the
Ten glocks, in small print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never freaking the beast, seven heads, got the threatened
Life Was Written, the curves behind the settin'
the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of nigga
To shoot a leg to get name known? I flip the brain tome
Niggas get hit and wrap the
The mic I strike in vain giving the of what a Mack is
you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the are timing you

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

It justifies, Nas leaving shit mesmerized
live, like the third world
Decipher my deceiver make him a
Spitting Jim stars, in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life so I by my word
Never fraudulent Queens bridge make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, while they speaking
Rebel to America caught you sleeping