Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Off

Yo man
This is
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Man]
And

Slap it
[Method
Way out of

Roll in a
Man]
Fo' we gun

Yo, flipmode,
Toiletbowls
When Doc come drop a
fo's
Mushrooms, those
Deep
hoes
I O's
Money, Roll, I a zip code
Tiptoed, Doc escape row
Thirsty, snippin' out a pig
My Benz too, with and 6-0's
My flows is Pole cold
My got area's that fits snow
Doc, fixin' hoes in
My dogs let 'em walk ripped clothes
Shows, pack 6 rolls
We're 'em
His won't get pulse
you bags off a 10 percent doze
(?), I hum and shit cold

Yo, yo the roof off
Yo, yo tear the off
Back off, don't make me why'all
You don't to fuck with us
You

Man]
I get scanned, rip
With stick style
Pistol, lick
Get off my now
Kick crowd, hot

Timid, to get in it
dogs is rock rowd
Unchained, untained, you my name
Act strange, pack
not a game
The ill flows, that kills
You can yo
in you do', like a steel
Go for real
gon learn I spit germs
When you come shot on Big
You burned
don't get turned, they get done
And get sun, come get
The last victim lye in a
Now who want to fuck Hot Nick
Niggas chew gum they ass and pop shit
Me and Doc get,

Up all the
I'm
Go make Wu just imposters

You try to O.K
With Doc and Meth
Barsaloon fight weapons out
Strechmarks like Belly on ?Lous?
On to score, only second down
Hoes play wifey, want to settle
Try to cash, bitch better bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth 'em down
to echo loud, bout 7 miles
Doc, dirty Jersey, 'em down
Uncut rhymes, even fit your foul
Baddest man out the bunch, 'em out
Drunk with a gun, you hit the crowd
Snitches, kiss to stitch you mouth
Wilder then rhinos or liquor
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, 'em out
Ginger with the gun and skip a mouth
Love the ruckas and to dish it out
3 MC's, start wristin' out
Get your whole camp put on the missile
12 out, bumpin' digital

[Method
We ice
Men of mice, ain't nice

Fuck you
[Method
Your is to light to fight
We right, on fright night
Niggas write
We bust pipe, condo's that thight
We all right, you all hype and war's
In the Source, with half mic, you half
And half dead, on glass bed
(?), red, the hashhead
somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'
Take my turn
Def Jam heard nothin', yet
Suspect,
Buck 'em down or you get
leave home without my musket
Thrust this, out for justice,
And on Judgement Day,
Caught proud
MC's to town if they start blawn
Ashes to ashes, all fall ground
Master be basket with tactics
Send my automatic full rap metal
Blasted in plastic your on the mattrress
All you kids ask backwards and versa

Come on, yo the roof off
Nigga, yo tear the off
Back off, make me shoot why'all
You want to fuck with us
You
Huh
Yo, You want to fuck with us
You
Yo, You want to fuck with us
You