Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Out

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

Even if they fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin' the illest motherfuckers
In this whole rap
Hey yo Armageddon, let these know

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

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

There's mad 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 lead spray, and him up like arson
It's business

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's dirty to get paid if you got the balls
Just the glock and 'cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers
stop 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 know an MC who has enough to diss 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 ass like I'm yo' parents
Prepare for the slaughter my brain is out of order
Got kicked out my

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

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

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

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

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

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