Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

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

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils up like two pennies
I'm Clint in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with lightning
Frightened with little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I across in the halls
I light a candle and it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds,
Just too late
'Cause once you're from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill
Accused for every crime known the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' chest like a double gauge an'
I'm a black grenade will 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 it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I the president get a face lift
Niggas just afraid, me they bracelets
in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll 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 suck my if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick
'Cause I give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high I wrote this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch you read the flier?
Special guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My D-J's in a for
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the skip
Lettin' the skip (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, beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my 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 hash
At a the Violence' rally, I blast gats
Be your mom on publishin', get your
The Kuniva, divide up cash stack
Run your pockets, asap
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half
Bring your boys and your and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag
And chopped up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers until the point can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine
I your adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's
I cock it back then it
I love snatchin' up players thugs and ballers
Shoot up the household, even the toddlers
Brigade barricade to the noise
While the bullets break 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 leakin', run up in church
And the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold weed and
I was 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the to snatch your rent
I got out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the daughter, my brain's out of order
I've a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for tryin' to you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry 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 that was 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 I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you like, my shit
I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

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