Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Off

Yo man
This is
(?)
[Method
And

Slap it
Man]
Way out of

Roll in a
[Method
Fo' we gun

Yo, flipmode,
Toiletbowls
When Doc drop a shitload
Grip
Mushrooms, those
Deep
Whip
I O's
Money, Roll, I stick a zip
Tiptoed, Doc escape row
Thirsty, out a pig nose
My Benz too, with and 6-0's
My is North Pole cold
My hands got area's fits snow
Doc, fixin' hoes in
My dogs let 'em walk with ripped
Shows, pack 6 rolls
We're 'em
His won't get pulse
Pack you off a 10 percent doze
(?), I could hum and cold

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

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

Timid, to get in it
These dogs is rowd
Unchained, untained, you my name
Act strange, pack
not a game
The ill flows, that kills
You can yo
Kickin' in you do', like a
Go for dough
Why'all gon I spit germs
When you come shot on Big
You burned
Punks don't get turned, get done
And get sun, get some
The last lye in a ditch
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 your Wu just imposters

You try to O.K
With Doc and Meth
Barsaloon without weapons out
Strechmarks Belly on Kevin ?Lous?
On to score, only second down
Hoes play wifey, to settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch better
jumpin', Meth shut 'em down
Pound to echo loud, 7 miles
Doc, dirty Jersey, 'em down
Uncut rhymes, won't even fit your
Baddest man out the bunch, 'em out
with a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, kiss to stitch you mouth
then rhinos or liquor trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, 'em out
Ginger with the gun and skip a mouth
Love the ruckas and love to it out
3 watched MC's, wristin' out
Get your whole camp put on the foul
Pushin' 12 out, bumpin'

[Method
We ice
Men of mice, ain't nothing

Fuck you
Man]
Your thight is to light to
We move right, on night
When Niggas
We bust pipe, condo's suck thight
We all right, you all hype and right
In the Source, with mic, you half liked
And half dead, blasted on bed
(?), red, the hashhead
Burn somethin', somethin' and learn somethin'
Take my turn
Def Jam heard nothin', yet
Suspect,
Buck 'em or you get busted
Never home without my musket
Thrust this, out for justice,
And on Judgement Day,
Caught why'all
MC's to town if they start blawn
Ashes to ashes, they all fall
Master be basket hazardous tactics
Send my automatic full rap jacket
Blasted in your brain on the mattrress
All you kids ask backwards and visa

Come on, yo tear the off
Nigga, yo tear the off
off, don't make me shoot why'all
You want to fuck with us
You
Huh
Yo, You want to fuck with us
You
Yo, You don't want to fuck us
You