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, 'til my pupils swell up two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his
A young ass man with a trash can to the back of his ass
So the can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a at night, fightin' with bright lightning
with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital
Stingin' the fuck outta I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the
Grab a knife at the and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds,
Just it's too
once you're hung from 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 blood on my 'gators
My will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle I do shit on purpose
You hear me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be 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 type that'll drink Kahlua and gin, up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on
And even at the Million Man March, we gon'

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my
'Cause I was when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote 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 dick off in a bed of wire
(Hey, is performing?)
didn't you read the flier?
Special invited guest 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 trip
My D-J's in a for
Lettin' the record
the record skip
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an
Some bitch asked for my
I called her a whore, spit beer in her 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 nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast
Be mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up cash stack
Run motherfuckin' pockets, asap
I need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half and half black
Bring your boys and guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich get they Jag jacked
And chopped up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers until the point can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your
Gruesome, and causin' more violence nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it
Run right past you, turn around, you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I it back then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players thugs and ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young
Brigade barricade to the noise
the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya leakin', run up in church
And smack the while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the

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 superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in
In cahoots this nigga named Carlisle 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 carry son
Call your and hang up on you for not givin' me none
straight up out a pussy 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 rollin' in

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 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 motherfuckin'
D-12, Dirty motherfuckin'
Nasty like a stank slut bitch thirty fuckin' husbands
kid
Swifty
The Kon
The
Harry
Ha ha, and Shady