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," mega bloodshed, the red
I heard some whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all it's late I'm looking down at the fella
Shit's pushed in, placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief
That the street's designed to stop life, plot
The beast in time yeah, cell to suspect ass nigga you fell
time locked 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 no regrets, destiny's, fifty'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 come outside
You get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness don't outside
You might get your pushed back tonight)

Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry infested
the jealous 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 just for my
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the lovely
My pants low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my Chinese
Rollin two Phillies together make blunts
I meant it, I represent it, made of
Early natives that were captured and taught to backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's
A Million Man March, the masses
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'
Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of
To shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the tome
Niggas get hit and the plastic
The mic I strike in vain giving the pain of a Mack is
What you with? Luchi or drama, no means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets are you

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

It justifies, Nas Escobar's leaving shit
Mega live, like the world
Decipher my deceiver him a believer
Spitting Jim stars, words in my mic receiver
Bond is my life so I live by my
Never Queens bridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while speaking
Rebel to America caught you sleeping