Luyện nghe bài hát U Got Shot

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,
there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that name

If you wanna step to my rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, traject
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk-chk,
U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked

On my at the mercy of God
Straight up back up I it hard
You like to
But can't touch this nigga or catch a

Papichulo with chops just like judo
Fuckin' coolo make you rap and go sing with Menudo
Underground's where we live and where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be Apollo Creed

Time to speak up, niggaz droppin' these weak cuts
We're the B-boys, about some hardcore in the speakers
For the Mic Dons, callin' like
PMD shinin' with my on

In the saddle, around, get your shit rattled
No up shit's creek when time to battle
Same place, same bad time, so fuck a bat
This nigga, object of game, get your pockets
Biggie, Pac and Eaze, one love, still my fuckin' niggaz

We don't need no gat, just cock me back
And watch me spitfire my volerical
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron
Ain't your cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual chat
'Cause I'm with lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black and I'm black

In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' and Hutch
While my rims blindin', while P the Dutch
'Cause I'm too for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at
Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Laston
I got his mom suckin' my balls like a pack of halls

Right to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever what they seen and never saw
I jump in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and Agallah

Yo, 215, who the fuck was them cats up in the
One of them got a gat, the other one spar
Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, swingin'
Stick up my seeds in my for the G's
low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

When I blow off the top, I got this cream like Rothstein
And when I rob unique is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans
Here's the plan together, here's the gun together, run together

Soldier mind nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-Off's gonna hit 'em like, five niggaz, surprise

Aiyyo, you hit 'em that
I bust 'em from the back to the
Hit 'em up, make 'em scream like a
And switch up for the mix up and dig a up
And bounce, then for luck, I a six up

And hook off like Prince Naseem
Duck yo' head or go instead
Step to me Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Ramsey

And some of y'all plain civilians
shit and never even seen a million
Actin' like y'all Sicilians, when niggaz
With small and chasin' gold diggers

Don't even come up to me
Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam
now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 like my nigga Ja Rule

Who wanna flex with the
With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too
The mic and the beat, now complete
For me to kick your ass for talkin' trash,

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,
Who's there? Another motherfuckin'
Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up the flow
Introducing, yo, that nigga's name

If you step to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk, chk,
U got 'cause you knock, knock, knocked