Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Off

Yo man
is protected
(?)
[Method
And

Slap it
Man]
Way out of

Roll in a
[Method
Fo' we gun

1:]

Yo, flipmode,
toiletbowls
When Doc drop a shitload
Grip
Mushrooms, those
Deep
Whip
I O's
Money, Roll, I a zipcode
Tiptoed, before Doc row
Thirsty, out a pig nose
My too, with wings and 6-0's
My is North Pole cold
My hands got area's that snow
Doc, hoes in disco's
My dogs let 'em walk with clothes
Shows, Niggas 6 rolls
We're 'em
His hart won't get
Pack you bags off a 10 doze
(?), I could hum and shit

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

2:]
[Method
I get scanned, rip
With this style
Pistol, ground
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', like a
Go for dough
gon learn I spit germs
When you shot on Big Worm
You burned
don't get turned, they get done
And get sun, get some
The victim lye in a ditch
Now who wanna fuck with Hot
Niggas chew gum with ass and pop shit
Me and Doc get,

Up all the
I'm
Go make your Wu just

3:]

You try to O.K
Doc and Meth Tical
Barsaloon fight weapons out
Strechmarks like on Kevin ?Lous?
On yard to score, second down
Hoes play wifey, settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch better
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth 'em down
to echo loud, bout 7 miles
Doc, Jersey, hunt 'em down
rhymes, won't even fit your foul
Baddest man out the bunch, 'em out
Drunk a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, someone kiss to you mouth
Wilder then rhinos or liquor
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 camp put on the missile foul
Pushin' 12 out, digital

4:]
[Method
We ice
Men of mice, nothing nice

Fuck you
Man]
Your is to light to fight
We move right, on night
When write
We bust pipe, condo's that thight
We all right, you all hype and right
In the Source, half mic, you half liked
And half dead, on glass bed
(?), eyes red, the
Burn somethin', earn somethin' and somethin'
Take my turn
Def Jam heard nothin', yet
Suspect,
Buck 'em down or you get
Never leave home without my
Thrust this, out for justice,
And on Judgement Day,
caught proud
Take MC's to if they start blawn
Ashes to ashes, they all ground
Master be basket with tactics
Send my automatic rap metal jacket
Blasted in plastic your brain on the
All you kids ask backwards and versa

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