Luyện nghe bài hát Times Wastin'

one
You can't picture tho'
Examples, and shit ya
I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya
Carry my like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish
It's on from storm, I'm the teflon vest
Rest in born in rubbish, spots, and ez spots
Rock holly mzots, one of the top notches of the block
And I touch my pz knots, three point five
Thirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit live
I flip, tell'em to nix
Hang ya picture, all that
Sippin' on that, you ain't that
Ah, you fallin' to
I'm like where's ya at
I'm lack as communcations, to the I wanna talk
'cause, bitch wuz to hawk, won't slove ya town
And get apart, times wastin'

[singer]- it's the that you live, when your hangin' on
Bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you off
How do you do it? how do you it? (2x)

[fatal over chorus]
no way out the game
You see it

two
The devil don't me yet, so I pack teks
Writin' out my will, wit a cease a rep
I mics, like hardaway
And never get stripped, ya boy shit
When he ridin' on my
Nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the rhymes
Grabin' ya nine, scared tryin' snatch mine
I murder niggaz, like you on the tip
And use murderin' al, 'cause he don't shit
scared of me, so they ran and got they homies
Thinkin' the tendaroonies, fatal dog, I'll
Fuck me, just me like you wanna love
I play every co'na , and ain't a damn nigga me
I'm fresh out of jail, and a body on a hoe
Beatin' down slow, 'cause you niggaz, don't

(2x)

Verse
Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south
My clout board, I'm clockin' down south soar
I'm bad company, these cats be me
Frontin', and say they at me
But to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick
shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid
When I fire, and rapid, you can take it the block
I'll be glockin' I drop, a deuce deuce
On my boots, wit the chocolate, on top
I can't be stoped, wiled like al, named
Nigga me, told me these streets iz black hockey
Told me I'll play the goalie, wit the four caliber
Slipt ya mellon galier, when I rip this bumpin up out of ya
hotter then scorns, hot spots and co'nas
Don't say I ain't wanted, you be got you'll be co'ned
These streets ain't half steppin', got weapons for ain't shady
If you ain't shelled, lately, they got places for safety, times wastin'

(4.5x)