Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my
'Cause I was high when I this 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 can't chew through his pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the lost
Stingin' the fuck everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and 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'
it's too late
'Cause once you're hung the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 penetrator
Degradin', creatin' to kill 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 blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do 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 get a face lift
Niggas just afraid, me they bracelets
in the lab wasted
I'm the that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked on site
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 a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I this so suck, my dick

I'm a liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin' 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 guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm
Fuckin' your in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My in a coma for
the record skip
Lettin' the record
the record skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost hundred dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, beer in her face and laughed
I bombs like I was in Vietnam
All is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

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

rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake
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, grab you and you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I cock it then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players thugs and young
Shoot up the household, the young toddlers
Brigade to bring the noise
While the bullets break bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya leakin', run up in church
And the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the

I used to tell I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught 'em shake
I'm ignorant, the intent to snatch your rent
I got out of summer 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 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
Drive-by you in the rain while you your son
your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was 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
I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you like, my shit
'Cause I was when I wrote this so suck, my dick

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