Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the infested streets of the Bronx
of corrupt cops
Where niggaz get motherfuckin' wigs pushed back

Even if they don't 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 it, you know stone cold crook
truth, what's lie? Who's people, who spy?
It's life and death, live or die

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

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

Opposites, strangers be bendin' opposites
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 run through your mind
When my slugs connect and strike major arteries
When my fists connect, they major injuries
What you know Junior? You not

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

Yo, I a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'
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, boom in Hell
(Undecipherable)

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

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

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

The Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to 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
Well I'll be goddamn it, I ass like I'm yo' parents
Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of
Got kicked out my

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

Like I'm a big fat dick, whack is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that that'll kidnap yo' kids
'em home, fuck 'em good
Then 'em back to you in bandages

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

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

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

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