Luyện nghe bài hát Underground

I keep my ears to hear a sound
Maybe is digging underground
Or they...

Yo man mother fuckers are clowns man; too nice
too pretty
What are you gonna do to it
a razor, and slice it!

Yo peep this shit this
Kill the kill the body and those around the room
When I float like a dead body and sting like on wounds
I'm rolling a fatty like death is coming it
Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain you it
has officially begun
Kid you'll peep a psycho holding a knife dancing like rerun
It's raining, as God pisses on
I drop like a vagina dismisses at birth
Devour my shower golden
I'm puffing the
cold and smoldered flesh, holding the fresh cancer infested
How can I make my to you fools?
drop a dead a&r off a roof and on his chest it says necro rules
I'm the constitution
My shit stays like burned flesh
My rhymes are acid on clorox
Your eyes are burnt once the hits
You'll be blinded like rosie o'donnell up 10 feet in the air and
Flashed her
is shady g
In 1976 my parents me
I've flipping since 1983
I always took as a game
When I was 6 I cracked my open and looked in the mirror and saw my brain
Wonder why I'm an icicle?
At 5 I was hit by a car my tricycle
A hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receiving
me vicious
Peeping cretons mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious
Running through glenwood pj's as a young
I didn't dance fresh I burnt ants to death.
Taste me you see more is all you need dedicated to how I'm killing you
unhealthy your a felon your po checks your bladder
You're an addict; you beat me I'll deliver you death on a
The customer's always right but this time the left
On a gasping for breath
the flows like rolly polly
Kill yourself slowly plus you're dead if you're homely
So bitch, there's a little red dot on your skull so
of new york's population is filled with metal patients
Pretending to be normal, pretending to be mental
Gotham got by the pile
Watch out for goons of infested smiles and dreams of molesting
child
You got a black glock with the clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to and dis
You need to puff a bag of when listening to brutal shit like this
You gotta a lambskin with the spermicide for nasty bitch
sure your girl's syphilis clean before I slide my tongue up in her
don't you ruin my dinner
My hits you like ism
Sprayed with raid mixed with prism mixed with blades butchery
I rip your gap when I twist my
1 finger, 2 finger, 3 fingers, 4 fingers fuck it the fists
up your wife's ass gets murdered type fast
Blast scum up bc masks
And dirty flash splash
Pulling or coming inside like sluts like kimberly
You know the steez, I my prey
Day by day
yourself, on some euthanasia shit
Rocking with razors on the tip
the day to flip on a decapitation tip
I'm with
Leaving you lacerated split on point like an hit your not
one to have patience with
I'm off
off
Two clips at you set it off
To decide is off
it off
Inject 'till you correct
Feel the of my hex
you to have sex with techs
Chopped at next
Buy my I got triple six in my beeper
I talk to my self cause my own self therapy's cheaper
The violence hits you a spliff filled with some holy pot
Penetrate your skull like an obituary from slowly we rot
You'll soon be fractions and
Of a denominator when I dominator
When dead with brains embalmed with data
peeping vietnam through
Futuristic cd rom cremator
Your cracks in 3 d like imax
You be superman no more feel the pain climax
No anastasia, even if the doctor takes codeine and combines crack
a fine packed and mixed with phenobarbetal
And a raid-sprayed dime
numbs your future sums
I threw you in a wheel chair a crumb
A pebble, a worm, a
I'll be a metal patient with a red apple on thorozine when you
uhhhhhh uhhhhhh
Another filled with dust
And blunt filled
And another filled
And another blunt with dust
Last week someone tried to put me in a
That's the second time a tried to kill me I'm starting to feel

For some cats
ain't there
But there's something so
About seeing a murderer smile vile
Gore is a tattoo on your mind, is a laxative
It will eat you up inside like you maggots by accident
I mean line to main-tain I'm fighting the fight in my life
You got a glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid dead in the if he ever tries to front and dis
You need to puff a bag of dros when listening to shit like this
You gotta a lambskin with the spermacide for nasty bitch
You dirt bags

Repeat till

I keep straining my to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging