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 this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

Two I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with lightning
Frightened five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the lost
Stingin' the outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin'
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds,
Just it's too
'Cause once you're hung the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill
Accused for every crime 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 grenade that will blow 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' every penny it be that way nigga, face it
That weed I to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the get a face lift
Niggas afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the type that'll Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we fight

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
'Cause I was high when I wrote 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 didn't you the flier?
Special invited guest be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass a tire 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' anything when I'm
It's gonna cost three hundred to get my pit bull an abortion
Some asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and
I drop bombs I was in Vietnam
All is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two up in that ass crack
laced with somethin' nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only out with hash rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast
Be mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash
Run motherfuckin' pockets, asap
I need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half
Bring your boys and your guns and get at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get Jag jacked
And chopped up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers until the point they can't
'Cause they crew is of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and your necklace
Gruesome, and more violence than nine hoodlums
I your adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I cock it back then it
I love up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the
While the bullets break your bones up like 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 preachin'
a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold and weight
I was straight I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my
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 Carlisle Von
Who got fired U-P-S for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a local for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the and run
you in the rain while you carry your 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 niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' 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 when I wrote so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick

Ha ha, suck my motherfuckin'
D-12, motherfuckin' dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch thirty fuckin' husbands
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Swifty
The Kon
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