Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Off

Yo man
is protected
(?)
[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
Deep
hoes
I O's
Money, Roll, I stick a zip
Tiptoed, Doc escape row
Thirsty, out a pig nose
My Benz too, with wings and
My flows is North Pole
My hands got area's that fits
Doc, fixin' hoes in
My dogs let 'em walk ripped clothes
Shows, pack 6 rolls
We're 'em
His won't get pulse
Pack you bags off a 10 doze
(?), I could hum and shit

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

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

Timid, to get in it
These dogs is rock
Unchained, untained, you my name
Act strange, pack
not a game
The ill flows, that shows
You can yo
Kickin' in you do', a steel
Go for real
Why'all gon learn I spit
you come shot on Big Worm
You gets
Punks get turned, they get done
And get sun, get some
The last lye in a ditch
Now who want to fuck with Hot
Niggas gum with they ass and pop shit
Me and Doc get,

Up all the
I'm
Go make your Wu imposters

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

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

Fuck you
Man]
Your thight is to to fight
We move right, on fright
When Niggas
We bust pipe, condo's suck thight
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', earn and learn somethin'
Take my turn
Def Jam ain't nothin', yet
Suspect,
Buck 'em or you get busted
Never home without my musket
Thrust this, out for justice,
And on Judgement Day,
why'all proud
Take to town if they start blawn
Ashes to ashes, they all ground
Master be basket with tactics
Send my automatic full rap jacket
in plastic your brain on the mattrress
All you kids ask backwards and visa

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