Luyện nghe bài hát U Got Shot

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

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

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

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

to speak up, fagot niggaz droppin' these weak cuts
We're the B-boys, hows about hardcore in the speakers
For the Mic Dons, like Dion
PMD with my stripes on

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

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

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

hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and saw
When I in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and 8-Off

Yo, 215, who the fuck was them 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 in my fiends for the G's
low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

When I blow off the top, I got this cream like Bill
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, niggaz, surprise niggaz

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

And hook off Prince Naseem ahead
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
Talkin' shit and never seen a million
like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With figures and chasin' gold diggers

Don't come up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die Hard with and Sam Jackson
Right now, you duel, you fool
I'm a 4 Life 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 there? Another hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's

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