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 wrote so suck, my dick, ha ha!

Two pills I pop, my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' bright lightning
Frightened with five white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come in the halls
I light a and place it up on the mantle
Grab a at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just it's too
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's

I'm an instigator, .380 penetrator
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' like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black 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 that way nigga, it
That I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the president get a face
Niggas just afraid, handin' me they
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin, 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 my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick
I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my on fire
Slashin' your tires, down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed
(Hey, is performing?)
didn't you read the flier?
Special invited guest will be, 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
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit in her face and laughed
I drop like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, my stinkin' ass mom

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

Stranglin' until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than sales
Reckless, from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence 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 polluted
I it back then shoot it
I love snatchin' up thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young
Brigade barricade to the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas
If I go solo, I'm doin' a with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya face leakin', run up in
And smack the preacher while preachin'
a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold weed and
I was straight 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 superintendent's daughter, my out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was in water
In cahoots this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got from 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 you carry 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 niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the of nigga that was foldin' some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm in dough

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

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