Luyện nghe bài hát Tear It Off

Yo man
This is
(?)
[Method
And

Slap it
Man]
Way out of

Roll in a
Man]
Fo' we gun

1:]

Yo, flipmode,
toiletbowls
When Doc come drop a
fo's
Mushrooms, dick
pistol
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 fits snow
Doc, fixin' hoes in
My let 'em walk with ripped clothes
Shows, Niggas pack 6
We're 'em
His won't 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, don't make me y'all
You don't want to with us
You

2:]
[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 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
Y'all gon I spit germs
When you come shot on Big
You gets
don't get turned, they get done
And get sun, come get
The victim lye in a ditch
Now who fuck with Hot Nick
Niggas chew gum with ass and pop shit
Me and Doc get,

Up all the
I'm
Go make your Wu imposters

3:]

You try to O.K
Doc and Meth Tical
Barsaloon without weapons out
Strechmarks Belly on Kevin ?Lous?
On yard to score, only down
play wifey, wanna settle down
Try to cash, bitch better bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em
to echo loud, bout 7 miles
Doc, Jersey, hunt 'em down
Uncut rhymes, won't even fit foul
man out the bunch, pick 'em out
Drunk a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, kiss to stitch you mouth
Wilder then rhinos or trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, 'em out
watch 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

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

Fuck you
Man]
Your is to light to fight
We right, on fright night
When Niggas
We pipe, condo's that suck thight
We all right, you all and war's right
In the Source, with half mic, you liked
And half dead, on glass bed
(?), eyes red, the
Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn
Take my turn
Def Jam ain't nothin', yet
Suspect,
'em down or you get busted
Never home without my musket
this, out for justice, clown
And caught on Day,
y'all proud
Take to town if they start blawn
to ashes, they all fall ground
Master be with hazardous tactics
Send my automatic full rap metal
in plastic your brain on the mattrress
All you kids ask and visa versa

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