Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can my dick 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 pupils up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his
A ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with lightning
Frightened five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the
Grab a at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds,
Just it's too
'Cause once you're from the drapes, it's curtains

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

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 this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, my preacher on fire
Slashin' tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch didn't you the flier?
Special invited will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My in a coma for
the record skip
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an
Some asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and
I bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, my stinkin' ass mom

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

rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and your necklace
Gruesome, and more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it
Run right past you, turn around, you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I cock it back shoot it
I snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to the noise
While the bullets break your bones up Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm a song with Bolo
A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya face leakin', run up in
And smack the preacher while he's
Take a swing at the

I used to cats I sold weed and weight
I was 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch rent
I got out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a label 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 hang up on you for not givin' me
Born up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a for havin' niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga was foldin' some one's
'Til I met fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

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

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