Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

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

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

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

Ultimates who 'em, why do we even exist?
we die, is there Heaven 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 stare, you wanna dare, yo Crack
the Czech from the glove compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like
dangerous business

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

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

The South Bronx is the 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 Punisher, hit 'em that ill type rhyme

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

I doom the world like I was God and my gun away
Then snatch the moon out the sky and 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 shot and lose a lot of
The I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids
I would earn a wage with the thirty

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

The South Bronx is the wrong place to
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 that ill type rhyme

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

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

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

You lose, 'cause I got, the ill street and keep
The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East
So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz play
If you ever fake jax, slit yo' throat like O.J.

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

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

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