Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin infested of the Bronx
Home of corrupt
Where niggaz get motherfuckin' wigs pushed back

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

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

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

mad tension 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 lead spray, and flame him up arson
It's dangerous

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

Now delayed second thoughts run through mind
When my connect and strike your major arteries
When my fists connect, they major injuries
What you Junior? You not evil

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

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 slit his throat for [unverified] L
My skills, puffin' boom in
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I the world like I was God and throw my gun away
Then snatch the 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 do it, I'm feelin' high then buddhaed
So you might get shot and lose a lot of
The spot I blew it at an age, ever since the curly braids
I would earn a wage with the gauge

There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the
load the glock and 'cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers
Don't or pause, let the shotty go up his butt
To finish up, punchin' body and uppercuts

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

Yo, I cause damage, rap's 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 fuckin' my preacher's daughter
Menace like on the M.I.C.
You best run son, I'm sendin' emcees up 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 nigga that'll yo' kids
'em home, fuck 'em good
Then 'em back to you in bandages

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

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

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

Watch your back
Blow out the back of domepiece
D.I.T.C. forever