Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

So you can suck my dick if you like, my shit
'Cause I was when I wrote 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 young ass man with a trash can strapped to the of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright
Frightened five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I across in the halls
I light a candle and it up on the mantle
Grab a at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you yourself 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 slug
Degradin', creatin' to kill haters
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 grenade will blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do 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 president get a face
just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab
I'm the type that'll drink 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 give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high I wrote this so suck, my dick

I'm a liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
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 bitch in the ass with a iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an trip
My D-J's in a for
the record skip
Lettin' the skip
Lettin' the skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and
I bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, my stinkin' ass mom

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

Stranglin' rappers until the point they can't
'Cause they crew is of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it
Run right past you, around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and polluted
I cock it back shoot it
I love snatchin' up thugs and young ballers
up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the
While the bullets break your bones up Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song Bolo
A big nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya face leakin', run up in
And the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the

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 your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for sex in my tent
the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was 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 signed to a label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the while you carry your 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' runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga was foldin' some one's
I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

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 fuck if you like, my shit
'Cause I was when I wrote this so suck, my dick

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