Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin streets of the Bronx
Home of corrupt
Where niggaz get they wigs pushed back

Even if they don't jax
Fat Joe, bringin' forth the illest
In this rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these know

You look, I look, you it, I took
I forever wearin' it, you stone cold crook
What's truth, what's Who's people, who spy?
It's life and death, choose or die

who made 'em, why do we even exist?
When we die, is there or is it total blackness?
For any touch, there's a feeling, and y'all felt
We can shots, until our chambers melt

There's mad in the air
(Mad in the air)
Over one man's stare, you dare, yo Crack
Eject the Czech from the compartment
Lay out the spray, and flame him up like arson
It's business

Opposites, strangers be bendin' opposites
So put your face in mine, best brace spine
opposites may attract, but they don't combine
My impact so fat, you feel your grind

Now delayed second thoughts run through mind
When my slugs connect and strike major arteries
my fists connect, they causin' major injuries
What you know You not evil

The Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out
Hey yo Punisher, hit 'em with ill type rhyme

Yo, I 'cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and
My wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid
I blast a pig and his throat just for [unverified] L
My skills, puffin' in Hell
(Undecipherable)

I doom the world I was God and throw my gun away
Then snatch the moon out the sky and blow the sun
Me and my brothers play
Strictly hardcore, 'til I'm finished breakin' God's laws

My job's raw but I gotta do it, I'm high then buddhaed
So you might get shot and a lot of fluid
The I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids
I would earn a wage the thirty gauge

There's ways to get paid if you got the balls
Just load the and 'cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers
stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt
To finish up, body blows and uppercuts

The South is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out
Hey yo Keith Nut, hit 'em with that ill type

Yo, I cause damage, red-handed bandit
Well I'll be goddamn it, I kick ass like I'm yo'
Prepare for the slaughter when my is out of order
Got out my church

'Cause I got caught fuckin' my preacher's
Menace like on the M.I.C.
You best run son, I'm emcees up shit's creek
So sleep, 'cause I creep, on New York streets

Like I'm a big fat dick, emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga kidnap yo' kids
Take 'em home, 'em good
send 'em back to you in bandages

You lose, I got, the ill street and still keep
The close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast
So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz don't
If you ever jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J.

Yeah, that's my motherfuckin'
out the South Bronx
The motherfuckin' corners of the Bronx
Keepin' in realer, my nigga Keith Nut

Armageddon, the
My nigga Big Dog
Straight out the Eclipse Camp
All you know the times, yeah

Watch motherfuckin' back
Blow out the back of your
D.I.T.C. motherfucker