Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin infested of the Bronx
Home of cops
Where niggaz get they motherfuckin' wigs back

Even if don't fake jax
Fat Joe, forth the illest motherfuckers
In whole rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these know

You look, I look, you invite it, I
I forever wearin' it, you know cold crook
What's truth, what's lie? people, who spy?
life and death, choose live or die

Ultimates who made 'em, why do we exist?
When we die, is there Heaven or is it blackness?
For any touch, there's a feeling, touch and felt
We can exchange shots, our chambers melt

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

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

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

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

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

I the world like I was God and throw my gun away
Then snatch the moon out the sky and the sun away
Me and my brothers hardball
Strictly hardcore, lyrics 'til I'm breakin' God's laws

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

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

The South Bronx is the wrong to visit
I know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine, we be out nines
Hey yo Keith Nut, hit 'em with ill type rhyme

Yo, I damage, rap's red-handed bandit
I'll be goddamn it, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents
Prepare for the slaughter my brain is out of order
Got kicked out my

'Cause I got fuckin' my preacher's daughter
like Dennis on the M.I.C.
You best run son, I'm sendin' up shit's creek
So don't sleep, 'cause I creep, on New streets

Like I'm a big fat dick, whack emcees is
Yo, I'm that nigga kidnap yo' kids
'em home, fuck 'em good
Then send 'em back to you in

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

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

Armageddon, the
My Big Dog Punisher
Straight out the Full Camp
All you motherfuckers the times, yeah

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