Luyện nghe bài hát U Got Shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the moonshinin', I'm Starsky and Hutch
my rims blindin', while P rollin' the Dutch
'Cause I'm too much for ma's and to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at
Who the fuck's in Charles Laston Sauls
I got his mom suckin' my like a fresh pack of halls

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

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

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

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

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

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

And some of y'all plain civilians
Talkin' shit and even seen a million
Actin' like Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
small figures and chasin' gold diggers

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

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

U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked
Who's Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the
Introducing, yo, fuck that name

If you wanna step to my rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown
Gimme my shit, chk, chk, blaow
U got shot you knock, knock, knocked