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
Doc come drop a shitload
Grip
Mushrooms, those
pistol
Whip
I O's
Money, Roll, I a zipcode
Tiptoed, Doc escape row
Thirsty, out a pig nose
My Benz too, with and 6-0's
My flows is Pole cold
My hands got area's that snow
Doc, fixin' in disco's
My dogs let 'em walk with ripped
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 tear the off
Yo, yo tear the off
Back off, don't make me y'all
You don't want to fuck 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 rowd
Unchained, untained, you know my
Act strange, pack
It's not a
The ill flows, that kills
You can yo
in you do', like a steel
Go for real
Y'all gon learn I spit
When you come on Big Worm
You burned
Punks don't get turned, they get
And get sun, get some
The victim lye in a ditch
Now who wanna with Hot Nick
Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop
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 without weapons out
Strechmarks like on Kevin ?Lous?
On yard to score, second down
play wifey, wanna settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth 'em down
Pound to loud, bout 7 miles
Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em
Uncut rhymes, won't 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 or liquor trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, 'em out
Ginger with the gun and skip a mouth
the ruckas and love to dish it out
3 MC's, start wristin' out
Get your whole camp put on the missile
Pushin' 12 out, bumpin'

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

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

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