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 Clint in his mid-twenties
A young ass man a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with lightning
Frightened with little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital
Stingin' the fuck outta I come across in the halls
I light a candle and 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 from the drapes, it's

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' murders to haters
Accused for crime 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 black grenade that will up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle I do shit on purpose
You hear me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, laced it
You hidin', I make the get a face lift
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 socked on site
And at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

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

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

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two deep up in that ass
Weed laced with somethin' nigga pass
In Amsterdam we only out with hash rats
At a the Violence' rally, I blast gats
Be mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, up your cash stack
Run your pockets, asap
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I 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

rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch necklace
Gruesome, and more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple 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 players thugs and young
up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to the noise
the bullets break your bones up like 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 while he's preachin'
a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold weed and
I was straight 'til I got caught 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to your rent
I got out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of
been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In with this nigga 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, take the and run
you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not me none
Born straight up out a 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 your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in

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

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