Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

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

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two
I'm Eastwood 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 like a at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin bitin' him
I'm a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I across in the halls
I light a and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the handle
So when you yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just too late
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill
Accused for every known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for blood on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' chest like a double gauge an'
I'm a grenade that will blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do on purpose
You never me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be way nigga, face it
weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the president get a face
Niggas just afraid, handin' me bracelets
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the that'll drink 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 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

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed
(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 with a iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an trip
My in a coma for
the record skip
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit an abortion
Some bitch asked for my
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and
I drop like I was in Vietnam
All is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

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

Stranglin' rappers until the point they can't
'Cause they is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine
I grapple adam's apple until it crackle
Run past 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 snatchin' up thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young
Brigade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with
A big Chinese nigga, "Kuniva yo yo"
I ya face leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's
Take a 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 intent to snatch 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 Artis since I was swimmin' in
In cahoots with this nigga named Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a
(Special delivery!)
I to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the and run
Drive-by you in the rain 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 that was foldin' one's
I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

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

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