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 I pop, 'til 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 a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the lost
Stingin' the fuck outta I come across in the halls
I a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the handle
So you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
it's too late
'Cause once you're from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill
Accused for crime 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 I do shit on purpose
You hear me say, "Forgiv me"
I'm snatchin' every penny it be that way nigga, face it
That I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the get a face lift
just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the type that'll Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Man March, we gon' fight

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

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down and Meyers
expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch didn't you the flier?
Special invited guest will be, Richard
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid
My D-J's in a for
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the record
Lettin' the skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my
I her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in
All bitches is hoes, my stinkin' ass mom

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

Stranglin' rappers until the they can't yell
'Cause they crew is of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence nine hoodlums
I grapple your apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, 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 snatchin' up thugs and young ballers
up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to the noise
While the bullets break your bones up Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, "Kuniva yo yo"
I ya face leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's
Take a swing at the

I used to cats I sold weed and weight
I was 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to your rent
I got kicked out of camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the daughter, my brain's out of order
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 tryin' to you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry son
Call house 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
to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some one's
'Til I met fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high I wrote this so suck, my dick
'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, suck my dick
D-12, Dirty motherfuckin'
Nasty a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands
kid
Swifty
The Kon
The
Harry
Ha ha, and Shady