Luyện nghe bài hát Thun & Kicko

Yous a notebook crook with loose leaf
A backseat criminal who the heat
To somebody blast the heat
Man it sound bad on the pad what in the street
A villain on the an analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT taped
You thuggin when the mics in
Barkin through the like you got no sense
You're on the 2 inch
Got your plaques to prove it
Your music's around the world movin
And it right back around to the ground on it
Now its to face your opponent
Infamous cling to this real
Stuck where we at
that
Not I have to we want to
I love shit
The raw is what I for
To the sound of the crowd roar for more
To see the that can't pay rush the door
Wildin on the dance floor when they song on
Swinging they
Ready for war but its a different of effect
Its not
They're just by the advance
Tranqued by the bank
Put the drum
off of our shit
Now who you with them or us
love or cheap lust
QB or
til we pass on
You're at the wrong kid I take action
The fam are confidants,
I write bombs shatter your ambitions of being top dog
As we move the stage floor I need to bass more
So I can taste it and make y'all go and lose it
Say no
Brace your nigga its on

Who you tellin
Are you frail or
Were you makin or watchin niggas sellin
You niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid em
You never felt the in the air from coke boiling
You never felt the razor scrapin your your hands achin
Yet you keep choppin cause paper to make
You felt the power of invincibility
a gun like fuck it dun
Its him or me
At your best you hand to hand
No more 3 grams
What the fuck you about a ki man
You never
Lets get it right my nigga woulda stuck you
dry snitchin in your rhymes listen
What you to do help the guys in blue
Indict duns so could be another rhyme for you
You a parasite you never had a
So you throw other niggas lives in your pad at
Its clever you write it
well for a dude who never been indicted
You know the deal
The real the fake niggas kneel
And lose when you taste nigga's steel
My rhymes are what it to get a deal
That it real
I'm like BIG you replace the skill
I laced your ill like cocaine in scarface's
Your motherfuckin flow is kill
Im Cor Mega raw
Yall niggas know my Im reppin for Queens
Your minor I'm big time like Mark McGwire's deed
Your whole is pussy
When I squeeze bleed
My lyrics they
I bag up on dishes made of crystal
niggas they will miss you
My nickel plated got 16 shots
You can em with you
To the coffin or DAs
Surgery nurses screamin we him
Life suddenly divorced and fuck it it him
You want say no more
Brace your nigga its on
We 4 4 s bitch