Luyện nghe bài hát Tight (Remix)

Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode,
tight, down to the coochie
Yeah, it

And I say tight
'Cause a sista write rhymes all day and all
South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
In seclusion, using fake

Mind like a Skitzo on two tabs
With doo rags from my pockets
Me, the rap bitch that goes back to
Early left like you were straight vexin'

So recognize, I make a nigga come alive
Off of five two fives, disguise the
I shoot a virus out of my with mad priors
For takin' mad niggaz

Wetter a resevoir, lurking in the bushes
blows like Chesamar code-name 'Hasana'
Warmer than a bomber, hotter the region of Ghana
Get loot like Trump bitch, Ivana

Now, who be writin' rhymes all
Rah Digga in tha and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is

A Black Queen, ya best believe my black jeans won't say
I swing to the Vill' for waffles and some beef falafel
Rap very tight got me different
Dirtier than an overseas of KI's

I write these Tight Buttas, creme de la guttas, call me Digga
Plotting over loops the eight figures
Baby I'm hard, represent the God
That gets blunted, rhymers runneth, over

See me in the Range Rover
and I won't stop for Jake
And keep heat by the for those that playa hate
Now, show you the way to blow, better than I you

Word to my beeper and my cellular, what? curls
Diggin' all the rapper's shit like they go-go

Now, who be writin' all night
Rah Digga in tha and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that bite
Rah Digga in the house and my is tight

Who the tightest? I rock with
Gold's for Midas, but I want the highest
So try me 'cuz I be the bitch
I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde

I up the spot like Dennis Scott
Go forward, your chance of me is morbid
'Cuz I get you open the comin' of the Pope
When I group shit than a 3 piece suit

Peace to I rhyme wit'
My correspondents be more fluid than embalmin'
I decompose, any to the bone
Down to they X and Y

So 'See My Name' tagged in bold or
'Cuz I'll be the only one
one imported like Beck's
Tighter than three or heads in a CRX

Now, who be writin' rhymes all
Rah Digga in tha and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that don't
Rah in the house and my plans is tight

Now, who be writin' all night
Rah Digga in tha house and my is tight
Peace to the that don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my is tight

Tight, tight,
And the plans is
Tight, tight,
Tight, tight,
And the plans is
Tight, tight,
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