Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake hit the corner people swarming
Three in the I jumped out my cab like "Fuck,
Niggas is buck," bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the
Shit's in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second when I murk
It hurt, kind of it as a brief reminder
the street's designed to stop your life, plot
The beast in time yeah, to cell suspect ass nigga you fell
First locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail
Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, your dry cell
My niggas never snitch why
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 back tonight
(Suspect witness come outside
You might get your pushed back tonight)

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

God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested
Giving the niggas sickness, the witness
My dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to this, scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, down, frames look petite
Ten millis, mix designed just for my
I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the lovely
My pants hang low while I'm dancing, the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, keep my eyes Chinese
two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, made of
Early natives that captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, massive
A Million Man March, alert the
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'
the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of nigga
To shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the tome
Niggas get hit and wrap the
The mic I strike in vain giving the of what a Mack is
What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep insomnia
No need to the clock, the streets are timing you

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

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