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

1:]

Yo, flipmode,
toiletbowls
Doc come drop a shitload
Grip
Mushrooms, dick
Deep
Whip
I O's
Money, Roll, I stick a
Tiptoed, Doc escape row
Thirsty, snippin' out a pig
My Benz too, wings and 6-0's
My flows is North cold
My hands got area's fits snow
Doc, fixin' hoes in
My dogs let 'em walk with clothes
Shows, pack 6 rolls
We're 'em
His hart get pulse
Pack you bags off a 10 doze
(?), I could hum and shit

Yo, yo the roof off
Yo, yo tear the off
Back off, make me shoot y'all
You want to fuck with us
You

2:]
[Method
I get scanned, rip
With this style
Pistol, lick
Get off my now
crowd, hot style

Timid, to get in it
These dogs is rock
Unchained, untained, you know my
Act strange, flame
It's not a
The ill flows, that kills
You can yo
Kickin' in you do', a steel
Go for dough
Y'all gon learn I spit
When you come on Big Worm
You gets
Punks get turned, they get done
And get sun, come get
The last lye in a ditch
Now who wanna fuck Hot Nick
Niggas chew gum they ass and pop shit
Me and Doc get,

Up all the
I'm
Go make your Wu imposters

3:]

You try to O.K
With Doc and Tical
Barsaloon without weapons out
Strechmarks like Belly on Kevin
On to score, only second down
Hoes play wifey, settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em
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
Drunk a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, someone to stitch you mouth
Wilder rhinos or liquor trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, 'em out
Ginger watch with the gun and a mouth
Love the ruckas and to dish it out
3 watched MC's, wristin' out
Get your whole put on the missile foul
Pushin' 12 out, bumpin'

4:]
[Method
We ice
Men of mice, ain't nice

Fuck you
Man]
Your is to light to fight
We move right, on night
When Niggas
We bust pipe, condo's that suck
We all right, you all hype and war's
In the Source, half mic, you half liked
And half dead, blasted on bed
(?), eyes red, the
Burn somethin', earn and learn somethin'
my turn frontin'
Def Jam ain't nothin', yet
Suspect,
Buck 'em or you get busted
Never leave home without my
Thrust this, out for justice,
And on Judgement Day,
caught proud
Take MC's to town if they start
to ashes, they all fall ground
Master be basket hazardous tactics
my automatic full rap metal jacket
Blasted in your brain on the mattrress
All you kids ask backwards and versa

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