Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

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

Two pills I pop, 'til my swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his pants
I'm a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the
Grab a knife at the blade and you with the fuckin' handle
So when you yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Just too late
'Cause once hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill
Accused for every crime through the equator
knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' chest a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black that will blow up in yo' face
a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You never me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, laced it
You hidin', I make the get a face lift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me 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 right on
And at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

So you can suck my 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 when I wrote this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on
Slashin' your tires, down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch didn't you read the
invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm
Fuckin' bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My D-J's in a for
the record skip
Lettin' the skip
Lettin' the record (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit an abortion
Some bitch asked for my
I her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my ass mom

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

Stranglin' rappers until the they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than sales
Reckless, come from behind and your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple it crackle
Run past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I cock it then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players and young ballers
Shoot up the household, the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the
While the bullets break your bones up like toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with
A big Chinese nigga, "Kuniva yo yo"
I ya face leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher while preachin'
Take a swing at the

I to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your
I got kicked out of summer 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 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, the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry son
Call your house and hang up on you for not me none
Born straight up out a but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they
Used to be the type of nigga was foldin' some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm in dough

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

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