Luyện nghe bài hát U Got Shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

We don't need no gat, cock me fuckin' back
And watch me my volerical fact
It's a of a miracle that, my iron spittin'
peelin' your cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual chat
'Cause I'm eviler lyrical rap
Than a cat, on a black night and I'm black

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

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 8-Off

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

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

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

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

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

And some of y'all just civilians
Talkin' shit and never even seen a
like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With small figures and chasin' gold

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 Life like my Ja Rule

Who wanna flex the influential
With mad credentials on instrumentals too essential
The mic and the beat, now complete
For me to kick ass for talkin' trash, punk

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

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