Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Influence

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

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils up like two pennies
I'm Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his last
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright
Frightened with five little Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I 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 too late
'Cause you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug
Degradin', creatin' murders to haters
for every crime known through the equator
They I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that will 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
weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the president get a 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 Million Man March, we gon'

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my
'Cause I was high when I wrote so suck, my dick
I don't give 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
your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is performing?)
Bitch didn't you read the
Special invited guest will be, Richard
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm
your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an trip
My in a coma for
the record skip
Lettin' the skip
Lettin' the skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' when I'm snortin'
It's gonna three hundred 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 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 somethin' 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 don't need a chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half and half black
Bring boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich get they Jag jacked
And found up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers until the point can't yell
'Cause they crew is of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more than nine hoodlums
I grapple your apple until it crackle
Run right past you, around, grab 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 players thugs and ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young
barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, "Kuniva yo yo"
I ya face 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 straight I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, the intent to snatch your 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 since I was swimmin' in
In cahoots with this nigga named 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 up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas they funds
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 when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you like, my shit
'Cause I was high I wrote this so suck, my dick

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