Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can suck my if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

Two pills I pop, 'til my swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint in his mid-twenties
A ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his pants
I'm a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the
I a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just too late
'Cause once you're from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill
Accused for every crime known through the
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my
My weed will hit yo' chest a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a grenade that will blow up in yo' face
a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You hear me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade it
You hidin', I make the president get a face
Niggas just afraid, handin' me they
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the type that'll Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get right on site
And at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my
'Cause I was high when I this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my on fire
your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch you read the flier?
Special invited guest be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My D-J's in a for
Lettin' the record
the record skip
Lettin' the skip (Damn!)
I'm anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit an abortion
Some bitch for my autograph
I her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs I was in Vietnam
All is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two deep up in ass crack
Weed laced with somethin' nigga pass
In Amsterdam we only hang out with rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast
Be mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, up your cash stack
Run motherfuckin' pockets, asap
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I Shaq's
loser, half thief and half black
Bring your and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich get they Jag jacked
And found up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers until the they can't yell
they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more than nine hoodlums
I grapple your apple until it crackle
Run right you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I cock it back shoot it
I love up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young
Brigade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, "Kuniva yo yo"
I ya face leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher he's preachin'
a swing at the deacon

I used to cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em
I'm ignorant, with the to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of
I've been a Kon since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this named Carlisle Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, the advancement and run
you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and up on you for not givin' me none
straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas they funds
Used to be the type of nigga was foldin' some one's
I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a if you don't like, my shit
I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

Ha ha, suck my motherfuckin'
D-12, motherfuckin' dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with fuckin' husbands
kid
Swifty
The Kon
The
Dirty
Ha ha, and Slim