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 wrote 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 his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright
Frightened with five little Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital
Stingin' the outta 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 the fuckin' handle
So you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just it's too
'Cause once you're from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', murders to kill haters
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 a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that will 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' penny 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 afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the that'll 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 my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my
'Cause I was high when I this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch you read the flier?
invited guest will 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
Lettin' the record
the record skip
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything I'm snortin'
gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my
I called her a whore, spit beer in her and laughed
I drop like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my ass mom

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

Stranglin' rappers the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and than bake sales
Reckless, come from and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine
I grapple your adam's until it crackle
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 back then it
I love snatchin' up players thugs and young
up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's
a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold weed and
I was 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for 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 this nigga Carlisle Von
Who got fired U-P-S for tryin' to send you a bomb
(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 while you your son
Call your house and up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga was foldin' 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
'Cause I was when I wrote this 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

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