Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my
'Cause I was when 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 young ass man a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I across in the halls
I a candle and place it up on the mantle
a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just it's too
'Cause once you're hung the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' to kill haters
Accused for every crime through the equator
knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade will blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I Remi I do shit on purpose
You never me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade it
You hidin', I make the president get a lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me they
in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on
And even at the Man March, we gon' fight

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 fuck if you like, my shit
'Cause I was high I wrote this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and
expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of wire
(Hey, is performing?)
didn't you read the flier?
Special invited guest will be, Richard
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire
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 fuckin' anything I'm snortin'
gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and
I bombs like I was in Vietnam
All is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two deep up in that ass
laced with somethin' nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast
Be your mom on publishin', get ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up cash stack
Run your motherfuckin' pockets,
I don't a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
loser, half thief and half black
Bring boys 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 point they can't
'Cause crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I cock it back then it
I snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the toddlers
Brigade barricade to the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song Bolo
A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I ya face leakin', run up in church
And smack the while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the

I used to tell cats I sold and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch rent
I got kicked out of camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was in water
In with this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a local for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the 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 for havin' niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the of nigga that was foldin' some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in

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

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