Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Off

Yo man
This is
(?)
[Method
And

Slap it
[Method
Way out of

Roll in a
Man]
Fo' we gun

Yo, flipmode,
Toiletbowls
Doc come drop a shitload
Grip
Mushrooms, dick
pistol
Whip
I O's
Money, Roll, I a zip code
Tiptoed, Doc escape row
Thirsty, out a pig nose
My Benz too, wings and 6-0's
My is North Pole cold
My hands got area's that fits
Doc, fixin' hoes in
My dogs let 'em with ripped clothes
Shows, Niggas 6 rolls
losin' 'em
His won't get pulse
Pack you off a 10 percent doze
(?), I could hum and shit

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

[Method
I get scanned, rip
this stick style
Pistol, ground
Get off my now
crowd, hot style

Timid, to get in it
These dogs is rowd
Unchained, untained, you my name
Act strange, flame
It's not a
The ill flows, kills shows
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, they get
And get sun, come get
The last lye in a ditch
Now who want to fuck with Hot
Niggas chew gum they ass and pop shit
Me and Doc get,

Up all the
I'm
Go make your Wu just

You try to O.K
Doc and Meth Tical
Barsaloon without weapons out
Strechmarks like Belly on ?Lous?
On yard to score, only second
Hoes play wifey, to settle down
Try to lock cash, better bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth 'em down
Pound to echo loud, 7 miles
Doc, Jersey, hunt 'em down
Uncut rhymes, won't fit your foul
Baddest man out the bunch, 'em out
Drunk with a gun, you hit the crowd
Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you
Wilder then or liquor trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, 'em out
watch with the gun and skip a mouth
Love the ruckas and to dish it out
3 MC's, start wristin' out
Get your whole put on the missile foul
Pushin' 12 out, bumpin'

[Method
We ice
Men of mice, nothing nice

Fuck you
[Method
Your is to light to fight
We move right, on night
Niggas write
We bust pipe, condo's that suck
We all right, you all hype and right
In the Source, with half mic, you half
And dead, blasted on glass bed
(?), red, the hashhead
Burn somethin', somethin' and learn somethin'
Take my frontin'
Def Jam heard nothin', yet
Suspect,
Buck 'em or you get busted
leave home without my musket
Thrust this, out for justice,
And caught on Day,
why'all proud
Take to town if they start blawn
Ashes to ashes, all fall ground
Master be basket hazardous tactics
my automatic full rap metal jacket
Blasted in plastic your brain on the
All you kids ask backwards and visa

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