Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my
'Cause I was when I wrote this 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 trash can strapped to the of his ass
So the rats can't through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital
the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin'
So when you find 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', murders to kill haters
Accused for crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' chest like a double barrel 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 just afraid, me they bracelets
in the lab wasted
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 high when I wrote this so suck, my
'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, my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm
Jackin' my off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch you read the flier?
Special invited guest will be, Pryor
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire
I'm ripped, I'm on an trip
My in a coma for
the record skip
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the skip (Damn!)
I'm anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit an abortion
bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her 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 laced with somethin' pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast
Be your mom on publishin', get ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, up your cash stack
Run motherfuckin' pockets, asap
I don't a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, thief and half black
Bring your and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag
And found up in a trash bag

rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your 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 it back then shoot it
I love up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young
Brigade barricade to bring the
While the bullets your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, "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 and weight
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
I've been a Kon Artis I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga named 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
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' runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm in dough

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

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