Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Em

You abou' to through right
(Yeah, don't it)
You about to come
(I got this this out man)
You ain't front on me
(I ain't gonna on niggas man)
sure man, I'm tellin' you right now
(Check this out, what I'm to do right now)
You gonna it word up, ha

Personal I gots about 11
Without weapons I more bats than K7
Plus, I'm soup like Campbell without
rappers pack great big guns like Frank Drebbin

In century
I uphold the for bringin' flavor in ya ear
Plus I'm gettin'
I maneuver techniques for of all kinds

The third, yours and mine, is in full effect
I with the mothership and some other shit
all the way live like a concert
The most brother, puttin' in some work

Yeah, if you got a crew you better 'em
E kicks rhymes the cerebellum
Don't slip or you won't be around year
Well heres a little something that to be heard, slick rick

Check the in motion from this bom bazi smokin'
Bitch get you open, it's mess if you tangle with my tresses
'Cause I posses thats wickeder than hexas
That explode on the be all means, I be flushing MC's like Queens

And none of can see me, got more boom bom than Manzini
Your style is strickly primi and I with the big dogs
Off the wall with a crew rough enough to rush Limbaugh
We stay, strapped, part of pistol posse

I represent through soul and body
In any form I'm work over beat breaks
Now even cheap skates is peepin' my release date
Word born, I'm comin' in like a
Then I'm gone before you can the alarm

Yeah, if you got a crew you tell 'em
E kicks from the cerebellum
Don't slip or you be around next year
Well, here's a little something that needs to be heard, rick

A-yo catch this bubonic plaque
In your head back chest arms and
When I'm coming through your cranium for ultimatum
Punk I faze subterranium
My subliminals mix criminal chemicals
Got more milk than then alphabet cereal

your bet and your whole entourage will get wet
That's a promise 'cause the squad don't make
I'm a, graceful poet with some ballistics
Above and beyond all other bullshit

will bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin'
Conceptive or consistent
My deviant deliverance be
MC's in the state of depressive
(Word up)

Damaging your medulla, and cerebellum
You got a crew you
'em