Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin streets of the Bronx
of corrupt cops
Where get they motherfuckin' wigs pushed back

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

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

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

mad tension 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, best brace spine
'Cause opposites may attract, but they don't
My impact so fat, you feel your vertebrates

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

The South Bronx is the wrong to visit
I don't know an MC who has balls to diss 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 as long as I'm a nasty kid
I a pig and slit his throat just for [unverified] L
My skills, puffin' in Hell
(Undecipherable)

I doom the like I was God and throw 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 feelin' high buddhaed
So you get shot 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 thirty

There's dirty to get paid if you got the balls
Just load the glock and the hardest cop to drop 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 or shine, we be bustin' out nines
Hey yo Keith Nut, hit 'em with that ill type

Yo, I cause damage, rap's bandit
Well I'll be goddamn it, I kick ass I'm yo' parents
Prepare for the slaughter when my is out of order
Got kicked out my

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

Like I'm a big fat dick, emcees is ass-cheeks
Yo, I'm that nigga that'll 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 toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the coast
So watch back black, Bronx niggaz don't play
If you ever jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J.

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

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

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