Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Off

Yo man
is protected
(?)
[Method
And

Slap it
Man]
Way out of

Roll in a
Man]
Fo' we gun

Yo, flipmode,
Toiletbowls
When Doc come a shitload
fo's
Mushrooms, those
Deep
Whip
I O's
Money, Roll, I stick a zip
Tiptoed, before Doc row
Thirsty, snippin' out a pig
My too, with wings and 6-0's
My is North Pole cold
My hands got area's that snow
Doc, fixin' hoes in
My dogs let 'em walk with ripped
Shows, Niggas 6 rolls
We're 'em
His hart get pulse
Pack you bags off a 10 percent
(?), I could hum and shit

Yo, yo the roof off
Yo, yo the roof off
Back off, don't make me why'all
You want 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
These dogs is rowd
Unchained, untained, you know my
Act strange, flame
not a game
The ill flows, kills shows
You can yo
Kickin' in you do', a steel
Go for dough
Why'all gon learn I spit
When you come shot on Big
You gets
Punks don't get turned, get done
And get sun, get some
The last victim lye in a
Now who want to fuck Hot Nick
Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop
Me and Doc get,

Up all the
I'm
Go your Wu just imposters

You try to O.K
Doc and Meth Tical
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
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth 'em down
Pound to echo loud, 7 miles
Doc, dirty Jersey, 'em down
Uncut rhymes, won't fit your foul
Baddest man out the bunch, 'em out
Drunk a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you
Wilder rhinos or liquor trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, 'em out
Ginger with the gun and skip a mouth
Love the and love to dish it out
3 watched MC's, start out
Get your whole camp put on the missile
Pushin' 12 out, digital

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

Fuck you
Man]
Your is to light to fight
We right, on fright night
Niggas write
We pipe, condo's that suck thight
We all right, you all hype and war's
In the Source, with half mic, you half
And half dead, blasted on bed
(?), red, the hashhead
Burn somethin', earn somethin' and somethin'
my turn frontin'
Def Jam heard nothin', yet
Suspect,
Buck 'em or you get busted
leave home without my musket
Thrust this, out for justice,
And on Judgement Day,
Caught why'all
Take MC's to town if they blawn
to ashes, they all fall ground
Master be basket hazardous tactics
Send my full rap metal jacket
Blasted in plastic your brain on the
All you kids ask and visa 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 don't to fuck with us
You
Yo, You don't want to fuck us
You