Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

Straight out the heroin infested streets of the
of corrupt cops
Where niggaz get they motherfuckin' wigs back

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

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

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

mad tension in the air
(Mad in the air)
Over one man's stare, you dare, yo Crack
the Czech from the glove compartment
Lay out the spray, and flame him up like arson
dangerous business

Opposites, these strangers be opposites
So put your face in mine, best brace your
'Cause opposites may attract, but they combine
My impact so fat, you feel vertebrates grind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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