Luyện nghe bài hát Tight (Remix)

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

And I say what's
a sista write rhymes all day and all night
Dwellin' South of the Hudson, New
In seclusion, fake pseudonyms

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

So recognize, I make a nigga eyes alive
Off of two fives, disguise the camouflage
I a virus out of my spirals with mad priors
For mad niggaz titles

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

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

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

I write these Buttas, creme de la guttas, call me Sheik Digga
Plotting over loops like the eight
Baby I'm hard, the feminist God
That gets blunted, watch rhymers runneth,

See me in the camel Range
Chop and I won't stop for
And keep heat by the waist for those playa hate
Now, you the way to blow, better than I tell you

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

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

Who the I rock with laryngitis
Gold's good for Midas, but I the highest
So don't try me I be the bitch
I'll leave you twisted a thug with blonde hair

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

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

So 'See My Name' tagged in bold or
I'll be the only one salvaged
Number one like Beck's
than three or more heads in a CRX

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

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

Tight, tight,
And the is tight
Tight, tight,
Tight, tight,
And the plans is
Tight, tight,
One, two, three,